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Emotional Weather Report

$480.00

Size: 18×24 in • 46×61 cm
Medium: acrylic on canvas on panel
Year: 2025

Emotional Weather Report emerges from a turbulent blue sky where cobalt ground meets a churning horizon of purple, red, and gold. A single white flower floats at the center, fragile against the sweeping strokes of magenta and black that whip like wind or tears across the canvas. Below, shadowy forms rise in violet and crimson, their edges bleeding into the blue as if memory itself is dissolving into storm. This is the sky before the break — a report charting the pressure between held grief and the faint light of release.

Feel free to contact me at hello@veneramor.com for more info if needed :)

Size: 18×24 in • 46×61 cm
Medium: acrylic on canvas on panel
Year: 2025

Emotional Weather Report emerges from a turbulent blue sky where cobalt ground meets a churning horizon of purple, red, and gold. A single white flower floats at the center, fragile against the sweeping strokes of magenta and black that whip like wind or tears across the canvas. Below, shadowy forms rise in violet and crimson, their edges bleeding into the blue as if memory itself is dissolving into storm. This is the sky before the break — a report charting the pressure between held grief and the faint light of release.

Feel free to contact me at hello@veneramor.com for more info if needed :)

I had no idea where it was going, I just kept piling paint until it felt right. The bottom part looks like my emotions got tired of being polite and decided to explode in all directions, eventually turning into mountains, very dramatic, soap-opera mountains. The thick strokes feel like they’re arguing with each other but still somehow making it work. The big swoosh on the left was me trying to ‘calm the chaos,’ but it ended up looking like an accidental rainbow, the kind you get when the weather can’t decide what it’s doing. And the chunky blob at the top became a sun, like it just planted itself there and now stares at me in a judgmental yet supportive way. Somehow the whole thing ended up looking like nature having an emotional breakdown. And honestly? That feels very accurate to my creative process.