8 Winds of the Arctic Sea


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In the polar whiteout the short distance retreated to heavy gray, a soft glow emanating from the cracked ice underfoot. At the edge of the horizon red flags rose, one by one, like smoke plumes twisting into the gale.

This intricately patterned painting moves in rhythms wide and small, in a dance of cold water greens and jewel tone reds.