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There’s something so comforting about the rolling hills out in Petaluma—like they’re always just there, quietly holding the landscape together. I painted this after a drive through the backroads, windows down, golden light pouring over everything. It’s a simple scene, but it holds that slow, steady kind of beauty that never really leaves you.
There’s something so comforting about the rolling hills out in Petaluma—like they’re always just there, quietly holding the landscape together. I painted this after a drive through the backroads, windows down, golden light pouring over everything. It’s a simple scene, but it holds that slow, steady kind of beauty that never really leaves you.