"The Storm Before the Calm" #3
23”x17”
This is my homage to the fierce Texas weather. Tornadoes have always been an intense fascination of mine. They are equally terrifying and mesmerizing. There is something about how they come out of thin air, which weighs almost nothing. And yet it can gather up dust and leaves and pieces of your home and swirl itself into existence. It can just as easily make a piece of straw stab through a thick tree trunk as it can quickly sever a telephone pole in half. They are complete chaos, but with a set path and a mission that only it seems to know. And as quickly as it formed, it can be gone back into thin air, but not forgotten.
23”x17”
This is my homage to the fierce Texas weather. Tornadoes have always been an intense fascination of mine. They are equally terrifying and mesmerizing. There is something about how they come out of thin air, which weighs almost nothing. And yet it can gather up dust and leaves and pieces of your home and swirl itself into existence. It can just as easily make a piece of straw stab through a thick tree trunk as it can quickly sever a telephone pole in half. They are complete chaos, but with a set path and a mission that only it seems to know. And as quickly as it formed, it can be gone back into thin air, but not forgotten.
23”x17”
This is my homage to the fierce Texas weather. Tornadoes have always been an intense fascination of mine. They are equally terrifying and mesmerizing. There is something about how they come out of thin air, which weighs almost nothing. And yet it can gather up dust and leaves and pieces of your home and swirl itself into existence. It can just as easily make a piece of straw stab through a thick tree trunk as it can quickly sever a telephone pole in half. They are complete chaos, but with a set path and a mission that only it seems to know. And as quickly as it formed, it can be gone back into thin air, but not forgotten.
