Ascending the Ice Hills
, The line of heavily clothed people moved from the shadows to the flood of light illuminating the ice hills. From the top of the hills flags bristled crisp and white in the breeze, the northern lights scratched their way across an inky sky and the sounds of screams and laughter encircled the festival.
Acrylic on Canvas
45"h x 39"w ( 115 cm x 100 cm )
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