ARTIST STATEMENT 

“60x48" acrylic on canvas“

WHERE THE EAGLES SOAR

I want to be in that place. Far, far away from troubles. There the air is thin. The blue of the skies take me to a place of wonder, where I think about eternal things. Things this world trashes as unimportant but oh, they do not know how very important they are. There’s something about that smell of dirt; walked over, trekked over, tendered and watered down by heavy rains and snow and thunder. But always giving life to the forest. And as a path breaks it apart for people to go on a journey the ground has treasures hiding from times and times past. Who will know them. Who can speak the language of nature? Who can sense the beauty that is beyond what is seen with the eyes? In that place where the mountains call me from afar, the seasons are each a story of the past, the present and the future. And the eagles have traced the airs above with each wind and rain and snow and storm. Their homes you cannot find. Way up in the crevices and the sharp turns on pyramid like mountain rocks, they have built their homes. I’m down below. I think I am the one looking at them. But they are higher than my perception, and long before I noticed their presence their eyes were already aware of my every step. I think I’m looking at them. But it is they who are looking at me. Many of times I wish I could feel the air like they do. Just jump from a tree branch and travel through the unknown trails of the skies. We don’t see the lines, but they know where they are without seeing. What a majestic being. What a beautiful place. I will keep every second of this moment alive forever in my soul. Where the eagles soar."

ISABELLA GARAFFA

"Where the Eagles Soar" 60x48