Acrylic abstract landscape painting on gallery-wrapped canvas
Thinking back on some of my earliest camping memories always includes the family campground we often went to. It was the kind of place where kids were allowed to run about unattended - meeting new friends, exploring the grounds, daring to jump into the cold, dark lake waters (eek - sharks?! ) – where late nights were encouraged for marshmallows and bonfires. The beachfront and its rocky shore was the central gathering point and I remember often finding myself there, even at a really young age, just sitting and watching the colours of the sky change as day faded into night. I treasure the memories of I have of 'Geneva' and am happy to share them here.
