12×16 stretched canvas
With creativity, there are sparks. Little ideas, passing thoughts, dreams that catch your attention. Some stay quiet, and others pull you somewhere new. They ask for movement, for openness, for change.
And change isn’t always gentle. Even when we try to keep things steady and controlled, life has its own rhythm. It stirs things up. It dishevels, disrupts, and clears out what no longer fits.
But every so often, there is someone who stays with you through all of it. Through the chaos and the clarity. Through the strong winds and the gentle breezes. This piece is about that kind of trust. The kind that does not resist the shift but flows with it. The kind that breathes with you, adjusts, softens, and returns.
The one who walks beside you, not just in stillness, but through every gust of change.
12×16 stretched canvas
With creativity, there are sparks. Little ideas, passing thoughts, dreams that catch your attention. Some stay quiet, and others pull you somewhere new. They ask for movement, for openness, for change.
And change isn’t always gentle. Even when we try to keep things steady and controlled, life has its own rhythm. It stirs things up. It dishevels, disrupts, and clears out what no longer fits.
But every so often, there is someone who stays with you through all of it. Through the chaos and the clarity. Through the strong winds and the gentle breezes. This piece is about that kind of trust. The kind that does not resist the shift but flows with it. The kind that breathes with you, adjusts, softens, and returns.
The one who walks beside you, not just in stillness, but through every gust of change.
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