"Expulsion From the Garden"

$2,425.00

26 x 38 inches framed

20 × 30 inches unframed

Acrylic, oil pastel, & graphite on handmade paper

My take on a traditional motif in Western art.

Visual pointers: The green at the top left is treetops- the the edge of the garden- with momentum right, exiting east (not down, not a fall). The direction is reinforced with the gold in the bottom left corner moving upward & right. The light green moving forward hints at new life. A spring color, not a fall color.

While many historical versions of this theme feature fire or an Angel with a flaming sword seeing them out, mine is a gentle breeze (though still pushing at their back) with heaven’s eye very present at the top. A bittersweet, but divinely sanctioned, departure.

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26 x 38 inches framed

20 × 30 inches unframed

Acrylic, oil pastel, & graphite on handmade paper

My take on a traditional motif in Western art.

Visual pointers: The green at the top left is treetops- the the edge of the garden- with momentum right, exiting east (not down, not a fall). The direction is reinforced with the gold in the bottom left corner moving upward & right. The light green moving forward hints at new life. A spring color, not a fall color.

While many historical versions of this theme feature fire or an Angel with a flaming sword seeing them out, mine is a gentle breeze (though still pushing at their back) with heaven’s eye very present at the top. A bittersweet, but divinely sanctioned, departure.

26 x 38 inches framed

20 × 30 inches unframed

Acrylic, oil pastel, & graphite on handmade paper

My take on a traditional motif in Western art.

Visual pointers: The green at the top left is treetops- the the edge of the garden- with momentum right, exiting east (not down, not a fall). The direction is reinforced with the gold in the bottom left corner moving upward & right. The light green moving forward hints at new life. A spring color, not a fall color.

While many historical versions of this theme feature fire or an Angel with a flaming sword seeing them out, mine is a gentle breeze (though still pushing at their back) with heaven’s eye very present at the top. A bittersweet, but divinely sanctioned, departure.