Mingo, West Virginia is that place of solitude for me. When I sit in the fields above Mingo Flats I can hear a distant tractor, a dog barking and maybe a big rig over on highway 219 as it makes it way up the mountain. But mostly I hear the wind and hawk's call as it circles above me. I hear God's voice say, "Rest here. You are safe in My Hands."
This pastel will eventually be 16" x 36" but of course, I didn't finish it today.
|"Mingo Flats Evening" detail|