There’s something deeply quiet about this piece—like that suspended moment just before the world properly wakes. Where the Sunrise Meets the Hills feels less like a landscape and more like a memory of one, distilled down to its emotional core.
The soft, hazy pink sky holds a perfectly imperfect sun—rounded, glowing, and almost breathing. It doesn’t feel distant; it feels close, like something you could reach out and rest your hand against. Beneath it, the hill rises in a bold, grounding red—solid, steady, almost protective. The contrast between the two is striking but gentle at the same time, like warmth meeting stillness.
This painting is on a reclaimed canvas - highlighting, honoring and fighting the current world issue of over consumption and fast throw away decor.