Semi-autobiographical take of feelings around the time of September 2001.
This piece embodies the transcendental journey that humans take when influenced by the act of love. All the expressions that words cannot contain, the sounds that can’t be heard… the visions… this can only be a glimpse; a voyeuristic perspective into the manifestation of natural human pleasure.
One of the first artworks sold, as a set along with “Loving a Storm.”
I had this whole triadic philosophy to go along with this painting, but I don’t really recall what it was all about at this point. Part of it had to do with finding the 3-leaf clover as special as the rare 4-leaf one.