Margaret Ann Withers :: Curious Landscapes

Once, when I was wearing my warm woolly socks I came down our spiral staircase and slipped. I caught myself with my hands firmly on the rails, but for one brief moment, with my heart pounding and my feet dangling in the air, time seemed to slow- if not stop. That feeling - of feet dangling over a slipped step - is what I'm shooting for in this series.

cold blasts from my dear Rosette Nebula
2016
oil on linen
18"x18"
1600.00
Waiting for Beckett (oil)