Island Storm
I remember from my visit to the island. It was dusk, it was humid, the air still warm from heat of the day. One of the usual tropical storms was brewing. The dark bronze of the dying sun was seeping through the gathering clouds, turning the sky brown. The wind, which was only a breeze ten minutes ago, had gathered speed, and was now whipping the palm branches back and forth, pieces of them being broken off, and tossed around in the air.
Media
70 cm x 56 cm
acrylic on canvas
€570.00
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