This painting is a dream suspended in air, a luminous vision where the boundaries between earth and sky begin to dissolve. In In Slumber Deep Where Roots Entwine I Dream of Skies That Only Are Mine, a solitary tree rises in quiet confidence from a glowing ground, its form both anchored and ascending.

It sleeps, it dreams, it grows.The palette is electric and otherworldly: rich oranges, fiery pinks, and pools of magenta conjure a sky alive with possibility. The tree’s delicate branches ripple upward, reaching through sun-scorched air. Flecks of lime and luminous yellow burst like new thoughts or leaves awakening to the light. Everything here breathes with energy: quiet, internal, and deeply alive.

Textured with sculptural impasto and painted with a kind of reverence, this work captures a moment of renewal. It speaks to the unseen life inside us all. The part that rests, that roots down, and dares to dream its own sky into being.