Keeper of The Valley
$880.00
Oil pastel on paper. 12 × 18 in. (30.5 × 45.7 cm)
2025, Sacramento CA
This work will be shipped in a rigid tube. It can be easily framed upon receiving.

About Artwork
A nude man is welcoming the viewer in front of bright valley, holding a dense bundle of wildflowers across his hips and abdomen. Behind him, rolling green hills fold toward a dark ridge, and a blue, triangular peak rises near the horizon under a sky streaked with yellow and pale blue.
The figure is placed centrally and nearly life-size within the frame. His body is built from layered reds, violets, and chalky whites, with a bright rim of light catching the shoulders and hair. The face is present but loosely worked—features suggested through rubbed pigment and quick lines rather than portrait detail—so the figure reads as a person in light, stranger before this moment, not a named individual.
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Artwork Specs
- Medium: Oil Pastel
- Material: Paper
- Size: 12 × 18 in. (30.5 × 45.7 cm)
- Shipped in a rigid tube
Frequently Asked Questions

A single figure, paused mid-listen.
The figure reads as both exposed and anchored: shoulders squared, gaze forward, arms gathered around a harvest of color. The valley stays quieter—greens dragged in long strokes—so the bouquet becomes the loudest, busiest zone. The sky carries scraped yellow light, and the distant peak gives the scene a fixed point. Flowers act as offering and cover without needing a story.


The flowers are the most saturated accent: reds, oranges, yellows, and blues packed into a thick, painterly mass. Their color concentrates the drawing’s heat and interrupts the figure’s stillness with something busy, cut, and abundant. The valley around him stays quieter—greens dragged in long strokes—so the background holds the body without competing for attention.
The drawing is built from pressure and layering. Reds and violets run through the figure like heat, then white highlights catch the edges of shoulders, arms, and hair. The black paper stays active in the shadows, so the light feels scraped out rather than painted on. The face is there, but it isn’t “finished”; features blur into rubbed pigment, keeping the encounter human but unsentimental.









