I have spent my life in the Great Plains, where horizons are interrupted by swirling tongues of light and winding road lines vanish over it into a sky that looms like a divine presence. My protagonists—sometimes human, sometimes animal—navigate these vast spaces, where fluid brush marks fall together to form a world gleaned from my memory and imagination. Everything is in a state of movement. The skies churn, the light feels shifting and temporary. Each stroke and color choice are deliberate, guiding the viewer through a landscape that is as much psychological as it is physical. Characters travel on quests, searching for the unknown, while light and space roil around them.