Wine Sleeps

#153/365 Paintings

Napa Valley is an intoxicating place. Just driving through it, the vines seem to be sleeping and sending out future good feelings to us from their dreams. How does all that alchemy get to us at the end of a stressful day? Or, the beginning of a fascinating conversation or new relationship? It slept, it chemicalized, it was picked, slushed and gathered into a lovely, curvy, glass container… right there, right in front of us—liquid happiness.