There’s a line from Norman Maclean that says, “Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.” Standing at the edge of a clear stream, you understand what he meant. The water slides over stones, shifting light into broken patterns, keeping secrets just below the surface.
This painting leans into that tension between what is seen and what is hidden. The rocks hold their earthy reds, browns, and golds, while the water carries them forward in motion, scattering color and light. Every ripple changes the story, every glint reshapes the words.
Under the Rocks are the Words is about listening closely—to the hush of water, to the weight of stone, to the quiet voices the land is always speaking.
