Because I live at the foot of Mount Mitchell, the highest mountain in the eastern United States, with the mountain west of my east-facing home, I never see a sunset from my home. And I’m not prone to rising early, either, so sunrises are also a rare event for me. But every so often, a magic thing happens: a storm will roll through in the late afternoon, and just as it is clearing, the sun is setting.
Then all that golden light is refracted by the clouds and the moisture, and everything is bathed in light. That is what inspired this painting, which I consider second chakra therapy, with its lush oranges and blissful origins.
