Some paintings carry more than memory.
They carry you —
your essence, your longing, the silent truths
you didn’t have words for yet.
This one came to me in a dream.
A hilltop. A glowing sphere of light.
Still. Radiant. Whole.
I didn’t know I was painting myself
until the colours had already found their place.
Until the mountain held my presence
the way only dreams do —
from a distance, and yet unmistakably close.
All my paintings are dear to me.
But some — like this one —
are stitched with so much of my soul
that the thought of parting with them feels impossible.
Still... if something in this piece calls out to you —
whispers in the way only art can —
please reach out.
Maybe once I understand what it means to you,
I’ll know it was always meant to find its way to your home.
Some paintings carry more than memory.
They carry you —
your essence, your longing, the silent truths
you didn’t have words for yet.
This one came to me in a dream.
A hilltop. A glowing sphere of light.
Still. Radiant. Whole.
I didn’t know I was painting myself
until the colours had already found their place.
Until the mountain held my presence
the way only dreams do —
from a distance, and yet unmistakably close.
All my paintings are dear to me.
But some — like this one —
are stitched with so much of my soul
that the thought of parting with them feels impossible.
Still... if something in this piece calls out to you —
whispers in the way only art can —
please reach out.
Maybe once I understand what it means to you,
I’ll know it was always meant to find its way to your home.
This artwork is not yet available for purchase through the shop
– but beauty doesn’t wait for systems to be perfect.
If this piece calls to you, trust that feeling.
You can always reach out – I’d love to hear from you.
