Where She Blooms
There is a quiet kind of joy—the kind that doesn’t shout, but whispers to those willing to listen. This painting is a reflection of those tender moments where time feels still, and the simple act of being becomes a blessing. It’s a reminder that bliss isn’t always found in grand gestures, but in the soft, fleeting seconds we allow ourselves to truly notice.
This is a 24×30 oil mixed media piece.
There is a quiet kind of joy—the kind that doesn’t shout, but whispers to those willing to listen. This painting is a reflection of those tender moments where time feels still, and the simple act of being becomes a blessing. It’s a reminder that bliss isn’t always found in grand gestures, but in the soft, fleeting seconds we allow ourselves to truly notice.
This is a 24×30 oil mixed media piece.
There is a quiet kind of joy—the kind that doesn’t shout, but whispers to those willing to listen. This painting is a reflection of those tender moments where time feels still, and the simple act of being becomes a blessing. It’s a reminder that bliss isn’t always found in grand gestures, but in the soft, fleeting seconds we allow ourselves to truly notice.
This is a 24×30 oil mixed media piece.