Ever feel so busy you can’t see straight? I do. There’s always something—another project calling my name, another idea tugging at the edges of my thoughts. Painting, traveling, helping my boys with whatever they need… I live in the thrill of it, the challenge of it, the joy of being absorbed in something meaningful. It reminds me of mountains in the distance—always there, rising against the horizon. I’m not sure if it’s the climb I crave, that steady push toward something higher, or the feeling of standing at the summit, looking back with the satisfaction of “I did it.” Maybe it’s both. You’ve felt it, too, and this painting is about that restless energy, that drive to keep moving, creating, achieving. You know the weight of the climb—and you climb anyway. Because the mountains in your mind aren’t obstacles; they’re invitations. And you accept, every time.
4”x4”x1 1/2”. Oil on canvas.
Ever feel so busy you can’t see straight? I do. There’s always something—another project calling my name, another idea tugging at the edges of my thoughts. Painting, traveling, helping my boys with whatever they need… I live in the thrill of it, the challenge of it, the joy of being absorbed in something meaningful. It reminds me of mountains in the distance—always there, rising against the horizon. I’m not sure if it’s the climb I crave, that steady push toward something higher, or the feeling of standing at the summit, looking back with the satisfaction of “I did it.” Maybe it’s both. You’ve felt it, too, and this painting is about that restless energy, that drive to keep moving, creating, achieving. You know the weight of the climb—and you climb anyway. Because the mountains in your mind aren’t obstacles; they’re invitations. And you accept, every time.
4”x4”x1 1/2”. Oil on canvas.
