Rahab and the Red Truck
The painting is a visual scene from a piece of reflective writing I was recently working on.
‘It should have felt foreboding, yet my every sense was excited. My skin tingled as the wind swept through the grassy field, like a thousand whispering voices.
I’d driven out of chaos, fueled by a tenacious hope. I wasn’t sure where I was going, but it felt like freedom.’ (RL)
Oil on Board, 40x50cm