Night Above the Franklins
I am not convinced there isn't a dragon whipping a massive tail through the skies when the wind really gets going up above the Franklin Mountains. The tips of the peaks are placid and quiet in the moonlight, but that dragon never is.
Acrylic and collage on canvas, framed
This piece is on view at Laura Carrillo Designs, 2137 E. Mills, El Paso, TX