The forest is dark and the water is still and the light is yellow green and nothing in this painting is asking you to know what time it is.
Morning. Evening. The space between. The painting does not specify and refuses to. The dark trees on the left. The misted light through the center. The teal water at the bottom. A scene held in the exact moment between question and answer.
This is the painting for the days when peace does not arrive in the form of clarity. When the answer is not coming. When the light is filtering through but you do not yet know what it is showing you. The painting tells you that this moment is not a waiting room. It is a place of its own.
Six inches by nine. Substantial enough to hold the room. Patient enough to hold you.
The light is here. The water is here. You are here. The answer is not required. It's held.
The forest is dark and the water is still and the light is yellow green and nothing in this painting is asking you to know what time it is.
Morning. Evening. The space between. The painting does not specify and refuses to. The dark trees on the left. The misted light through the center. The teal water at the bottom. A scene held in the exact moment between question and answer.
This is the painting for the days when peace does not arrive in the form of clarity. When the answer is not coming. When the light is filtering through but you do not yet know what it is showing you. The painting tells you that this moment is not a waiting room. It is a place of its own.
Six inches by nine. Substantial enough to hold the room. Patient enough to hold you.
The light is here. The water is here. You are here. The answer is not required. It's held.
