I called it Winter, but I did not mean
the calendar.
I meant that season inside a person.
When colour steps back and you start to
see structure again.
You move at a different speed. Not
rushing, not proving.
You begin to read outlines of
what matters.
What is missing shows its shape, and
that shape becomes a way to navigate,
so when warmth returns you recognise
it and do not run past.
Pay attention to the landscape
around you.
Let your eyes adjust.
You may find there is more light than
you expected.
Textured | Acrylic | Canvas | Hand-Signed
Size: 66.6 × 66.5cm
*ships stretched in a box (unframed) or rolled in a tube - options available at checkout
I called it Winter, but I did not mean
the calendar.
I meant that season inside a person.
When colour steps back and you start to
see structure again.
You move at a different speed. Not
rushing, not proving.
You begin to read outlines of
what matters.
What is missing shows its shape, and
that shape becomes a way to navigate,
so when warmth returns you recognise
it and do not run past.
Pay attention to the landscape
around you.
Let your eyes adjust.
You may find there is more light than
you expected.
Textured | Acrylic | Canvas | Hand-Signed
Size: 66.6 × 66.5cm
*ships stretched in a box (unframed) or rolled in a tube - options available at checkout
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