24 × 36 inches
acrylic and oil on canvas
How precious it all is, those exhaustingly sacred hours between dusk and dawn, cradling a piece of your heart in that thick quiet. Early days with a newborn are heavy with survival and sacrifice, held together by a joy unspeakable.
There is so much watching and waiting; our breaths syncing, delicate yet resilient. Countless times, I watched the sky start deep and heavy, the cracks of brilliance dancing between, and then the subtle shift of the colors outside until the brightness poured in and surrounding our hearts so entwined.
24 × 36 inches
acrylic and oil on canvas
How precious it all is, those exhaustingly sacred hours between dusk and dawn, cradling a piece of your heart in that thick quiet. Early days with a newborn are heavy with survival and sacrifice, held together by a joy unspeakable.
There is so much watching and waiting; our breaths syncing, delicate yet resilient. Countless times, I watched the sky start deep and heavy, the cracks of brilliance dancing between, and then the subtle shift of the colors outside until the brightness poured in and surrounding our hearts so entwined.
