Tuesday in Moab
Original Acrylic on Reclaimed Wood, 49”24”
Tuesday in Moab is about just that. On my journey to Taos, I drove out of the way for a couple weeks spent exploring Western Colorado and this glimpse of Utah. Biking through this red-rocked alien planet was unreal—frequent heart swells, watery eyes, and a smile so big it ached. This day lit a fire that I didn’t yet know I’d need—a hot magic memory that I’d carry through the winter to come.
This piece is h e a v y. Delivery is perhaps the best option. Let’s discuss.
Original Acrylic on Reclaimed Wood, 49”24”
Tuesday in Moab is about just that. On my journey to Taos, I drove out of the way for a couple weeks spent exploring Western Colorado and this glimpse of Utah. Biking through this red-rocked alien planet was unreal—frequent heart swells, watery eyes, and a smile so big it ached. This day lit a fire that I didn’t yet know I’d need—a hot magic memory that I’d carry through the winter to come.
This piece is h e a v y. Delivery is perhaps the best option. Let’s discuss.
Original Acrylic on Reclaimed Wood, 49”24”
Tuesday in Moab is about just that. On my journey to Taos, I drove out of the way for a couple weeks spent exploring Western Colorado and this glimpse of Utah. Biking through this red-rocked alien planet was unreal—frequent heart swells, watery eyes, and a smile so big it ached. This day lit a fire that I didn’t yet know I’d need—a hot magic memory that I’d carry through the winter to come.
This piece is h e a v y. Delivery is perhaps the best option. Let’s discuss.