Across the Purple Sage

across the purple sage

"He grew conscious of an inward storm—the tingling of new chords of thought, strange music of unheard, joyous bells, sad dreams dawning to wakeful delight, dissolving doubt, resurging hope, force, fire, and freedom, unutterable sweetness of desire. A storm in his breast—a storm of real love."*

Original oil painting on an archival 5 x 7 (12.7 x 17.78 cm) oil-primed linen panel with Gamblin and Winsor & Newton oil colors. Finished with an isolation layer of Gamblin Galkyd, signed and dated (lower right), and varnished.

*Zane Grey, Riders of the Purple Sage, chap. 13.