[Approximately 4:30 am at the end of winter in the northeast region of the US]
Your eyes are having trouble adjusting so it’s hard to tell, is the sky still deep or are the faintest whispers of color on the horizon? The confusion of what is night or day is no longer relevant because the rhythm of his breath is synced up with yours again, falling and rising against your chest. This is the 4th painting out of 8 in the collection on motherhood between the hours from dusk until dawn.

acrylic and oil on canvas
with oak wood frame
26 × 38 × 1.5 inches framed
2025

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