Dusk Illuminated

This painting depicts the memory of the first time I saw fireflies, under the full buck moon. Hares race through wild orange ditch lilies, alive with the quick energy of summer. The Earth has cracked open—perhaps a river, perhaps sky—its dark mirror reflecting stars, from which the fireflies emerge like sparks of wonder rising out of the unseen. In the heart of a wheat field, a deer stands, calm and watchful, meeting the viewer with a gaze both gentle and commanding. Around him, fireflies drift like living embers, while his antlers cradle the pink moon, a vessel of cycles, where the faint face of memory itself appears. Overhead, pink clouds fold into deepening blue, stars beginning to pierce through – that moment when day gives way to night, and the world feels touched by wonder. People often ask me where I get my inspiration, and this is exactly it: life itself, unfolding in magical moments that stay with you for a lifetime.

24"x48"
acrylic on gallery wrapped canvas