This vessel is closed.
Lidded.
Keeping what it holds to itself.
I painted this thinking about protection—
about choosing not to pour everything out.
About seasons when warmth is meant to stay inside.
There is comfort in containment.
In knowing when enough has been offered.
In trusting that what’s held can wait.
This piece belongs to winter.
To pauses.
To the moment before rest.
This vessel is closed.
Lidded.
Keeping what it holds to itself.
I painted this thinking about protection—
about choosing not to pour everything out.
About seasons when warmth is meant to stay inside.
There is comfort in containment.
In knowing when enough has been offered.
In trusting that what’s held can wait.
This piece belongs to winter.
To pauses.
To the moment before rest.
