Long grasses bend, wildflowers sway, and everything seems to whisper: change is here, and it’s beautiful. This piece is for the softness of becoming, the peace that lives in transition, and the quiet power of simply flowing forward.
Painted in a season of reflection and quiet hope, it’s a piece about trusting what’s ahead, even when it hasn’t fully formed. A gentle invitation to imagine, to wander, and to believe in what’s waiting just beyond today.
There’s a quiet hope woven through each brushstroke — a reflection of all the things we wish for, wait for,
