THE STORY BEHIND THE PAINTING:
I used to travel with my grandparents when I was a teenager. One spring, I traveled to the west coast with them, to the temperate rainforests of Oregon. My grandfather was the visiting speaker for a Mennonite community's spring revival meetings. I felt a strange energy in that forest and the church community we visited. People were sad, suppressed, and desperate, and the forest was wet, cold, and mysterious. My grandparents knew a community secret that they wouldn't tell me. The moss clung to everything, like the unsettled feeling I couldn't shake while I was there. We stayed in a tiny cabin, and I remember wishing to run into the forest in my white dress, away from the huge Mennonite meals and the secrets.
This painting arrives framed and signed on the front and back, along with a certificate of authenticity.
THE STORY BEHIND THE PAINTING:
I used to travel with my grandparents when I was a teenager. One spring, I traveled to the west coast with them, to the temperate rainforests of Oregon. My grandfather was the visiting speaker for a Mennonite community's spring revival meetings. I felt a strange energy in that forest and the church community we visited. People were sad, suppressed, and desperate, and the forest was wet, cold, and mysterious. My grandparents knew a community secret that they wouldn't tell me. The moss clung to everything, like the unsettled feeling I couldn't shake while I was there. We stayed in a tiny cabin, and I remember wishing to run into the forest in my white dress, away from the huge Mennonite meals and the secrets.
This painting arrives framed and signed on the front and back, along with a certificate of authenticity.
