I kept thinking about those rich, cold days in Iceland when everything slowed.
The four of us standing there, no rush. Just time.
This piece is rooted in that feeling, space that isn’t empty.
Not a picture of a place, more the aftertaste of being there: clear air, wide light, the sense that things don’t need to prove themselves.
I called it Silence because it feels like making room
for seeing, for being together, for whatever arrives without forcing it.
A simple thought
sometimes the most honest moments are the ones where nothing has to happen.
Textured | Acrylic | Canvas | Hand-Signed
Size: 76.5 × 76.5cm
*ships stretched in a box (unframed) or rolled in a tube - options available at checkout
I kept thinking about those rich, cold days in Iceland when everything slowed.
The four of us standing there, no rush. Just time.
This piece is rooted in that feeling, space that isn’t empty.
Not a picture of a place, more the aftertaste of being there: clear air, wide light, the sense that things don’t need to prove themselves.
I called it Silence because it feels like making room
for seeing, for being together, for whatever arrives without forcing it.
A simple thought
sometimes the most honest moments are the ones where nothing has to happen.
Textured | Acrylic | Canvas | Hand-Signed
Size: 76.5 × 76.5cm
*ships stretched in a box (unframed) or rolled in a tube - options available at checkout
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