The Limit Does Not Exist is a piece that takes me back to my favorite place to be, Spring Lake, NJ. This is the place two confused people in love found their peace; this is the place my left ring finger met my fiancé; this is the place my daughter soaks up sun and listens to the sounds of waves and other little families creating meaningful memories. There’s something about Spring Lake that feels like hope, like a moment of endless wishing and planning—the horizons know no boundaries.
Details:
Watercolor 9×12
Wooden frame: 12×15
Signed on the back of the painting and in the bottom right corner tucked behind the wood
The Limit Does Not Exist is a piece that takes me back to my favorite place to be, Spring Lake, NJ. This is the place two confused people in love found their peace; this is the place my left ring finger met my fiancé; this is the place my daughter soaks up sun and listens to the sounds of waves and other little families creating meaningful memories. There’s something about Spring Lake that feels like hope, like a moment of endless wishing and planning—the horizons know no boundaries.
Details:
Watercolor 9×12
Wooden frame: 12×15
Signed on the back of the painting and in the bottom right corner tucked behind the wood
