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Growing up in Alberta, bighorn sheep on the highway were just part of road trips, that familiar slowdown as a small herd decided the asphalt was theirs for a while. No matter how many times it happened, I was always enchanted. Still am.
What drew me to this particular moment was the quiet intimacy of it, two rams just leaning into each other, those enormous spiral horns overlapping, completely unbothered by anything beyond their own company. There's so much detail in a bighorn's face and horn that I wanted to get really close, and let the composition breathe without any landscape to distract from them.
This 16×24” original painting is acrylic and aerosol on a 1.5” gallery depth cradled birch panel.
Growing up in Alberta, bighorn sheep on the highway were just part of road trips, that familiar slowdown as a small herd decided the asphalt was theirs for a while. No matter how many times it happened, I was always enchanted. Still am.
What drew me to this particular moment was the quiet intimacy of it, two rams just leaning into each other, those enormous spiral horns overlapping, completely unbothered by anything beyond their own company. There's so much detail in a bighorn's face and horn that I wanted to get really close, and let the composition breathe without any landscape to distract from them.
This 16×24” original painting is acrylic and aerosol on a 1.5” gallery depth cradled birch panel.