30 × 24 inches
acrylic and oil on canvas
We’ve all been through seasons that felt seemingly cold and impossibly long. Many times what we can’t see during those seasons is the vitality waiting to spring forth.
Beneath the visible—buried under winter’s snow or the complexities of humanity—are buds of life, quietly incubating beneath the hardened ground. So we wait, hoping to witness even a glimpse of life, trusting that what has been germinating all along will be sown into brilliance.
30 × 24 inches
acrylic and oil on canvas
We’ve all been through seasons that felt seemingly cold and impossibly long. Many times what we can’t see during those seasons is the vitality waiting to spring forth.
Beneath the visible—buried under winter’s snow or the complexities of humanity—are buds of life, quietly incubating beneath the hardened ground. So we wait, hoping to witness even a glimpse of life, trusting that what has been germinating all along will be sown into brilliance.
