T here are paintings that arrive fully formed, and others that feel like they’ve been walked into rather than composed. Mountain Paths belongs to the latter. It carries the sensation of movement through familiar ground—not a single road, but many possible ways forward—each suggested, none insisted upon.

This piece is built from gesture and memory more than geography. The land rolls, shifts, and opens without anchoring itself to a specific place, yet it feels unmistakably Appalachian. The paths are not drawn so much as revealed through color breaks and directional strokes, as if the terrain itself is deciding where you’re allowed to go.