Belverita's Home
SOLD | 18”x24” original oil painting on board
An old homestead on a relative’s property in the Texas Hill Country stands as a testament to a bygone era. Weathered wood and rusted tin tell stories of simpler times. Nearby, a lone century-old gravesite bears the name Belverita, a woman who once called this now overgrown shack her home. This fragile piece of history, on the verge of collapse, evokes deep curiosity about the life that once thrived here.
The homestead, with its creaking floorboards and broken windows, whispers of sun-soaked afternoons, stormy nights, laughter, and loss. As wildflowers bloom and crickets chirp around the gravesite, one can’t help but wonder about Belverita’s days under the vast Texan sky, the dreams she harbored, and the challenges she faced. The scene serves as a poignant reminder of time’s passage, of stories fading into history yet lingering in the land, waiting to be remembered.
SOLD | 18”x24” original oil painting on board
An old homestead on a relative’s property in the Texas Hill Country stands as a testament to a bygone era. Weathered wood and rusted tin tell stories of simpler times. Nearby, a lone century-old gravesite bears the name Belverita, a woman who once called this now overgrown shack her home. This fragile piece of history, on the verge of collapse, evokes deep curiosity about the life that once thrived here.
The homestead, with its creaking floorboards and broken windows, whispers of sun-soaked afternoons, stormy nights, laughter, and loss. As wildflowers bloom and crickets chirp around the gravesite, one can’t help but wonder about Belverita’s days under the vast Texan sky, the dreams she harbored, and the challenges she faced. The scene serves as a poignant reminder of time’s passage, of stories fading into history yet lingering in the land, waiting to be remembered.
SOLD | 18”x24” original oil painting on board
An old homestead on a relative’s property in the Texas Hill Country stands as a testament to a bygone era. Weathered wood and rusted tin tell stories of simpler times. Nearby, a lone century-old gravesite bears the name Belverita, a woman who once called this now overgrown shack her home. This fragile piece of history, on the verge of collapse, evokes deep curiosity about the life that once thrived here.
The homestead, with its creaking floorboards and broken windows, whispers of sun-soaked afternoons, stormy nights, laughter, and loss. As wildflowers bloom and crickets chirp around the gravesite, one can’t help but wonder about Belverita’s days under the vast Texan sky, the dreams she harbored, and the challenges she faced. The scene serves as a poignant reminder of time’s passage, of stories fading into history yet lingering in the land, waiting to be remembered.