Sun Rhapsody
The sun doesn’t just rise—it sings. In Sun Rhapsody, light unravels in spirals, rising from oceanic blues into feverish chords of gold and crimson. There’s rhythm in the curves, tempo in the contrast. Ivy doesn’t just paint what she sees; she translates sensation into motion. This piece isn’t quiet—it’s a crescendo.
Medium: Acrylic on Canvas
Dimensions: –
Year: 2023
The sun doesn’t just rise—it sings. In Sun Rhapsody, light unravels in spirals, rising from oceanic blues into feverish chords of gold and crimson. There’s rhythm in the curves, tempo in the contrast. Ivy doesn’t just paint what she sees; she translates sensation into motion. This piece isn’t quiet—it’s a crescendo.
Medium: Acrylic on Canvas
Dimensions: –
Year: 2023
The sun doesn’t just rise—it sings. In Sun Rhapsody, light unravels in spirals, rising from oceanic blues into feverish chords of gold and crimson. There’s rhythm in the curves, tempo in the contrast. Ivy doesn’t just paint what she sees; she translates sensation into motion. This piece isn’t quiet—it’s a crescendo.
Medium: Acrylic on Canvas
Dimensions: –
Year: 2023