Some places anchor themselves within our hearts
Not just for how they look but for how they feel
This meadow by the stream is one of those places
When I look at it, I can hear the echo of my children’s laughter, stories shared on warm grass
It felt, in that moment, like time had stopped
And I wonder
will they come back one day?
With their own people, their own stories…
Will they find it just as golden, just as still, just as full of something they cannot quite name?
This painting is hope
That some places never leave us
But rather echo forward
Textured | Acrylic | Canvas | Hand-Signed
Size: 86.5 × 86.5cm
*ships stretched in a box (unframed) or rolled in a tube - options available at checkout
Some places anchor themselves within our hearts
Not just for how they look but for how they feel
This meadow by the stream is one of those places
When I look at it, I can hear the echo of my children’s laughter, stories shared on warm grass
It felt, in that moment, like time had stopped
And I wonder
will they come back one day?
With their own people, their own stories…
Will they find it just as golden, just as still, just as full of something they cannot quite name?
This painting is hope
That some places never leave us
But rather echo forward
Textured | Acrylic | Canvas | Hand-Signed
Size: 86.5 × 86.5cm
*ships stretched in a box (unframed) or rolled in a tube - options available at checkout
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