A quiet, contemplative moment captured in deep blues and soft whites. This pitcher and cup feel like two old friends — simple forms that somehow carry a sense of familiarity and comfort.
Lately, these pieces have been stirring up a gentle nostalgia for me. The kind that rises from small, everyday rituals: pouring water, setting a table, reaching for the same cup day after day. Objects like these become tiny anchors in our lives, holding stories we don’t always realize we’re keeping.
Painted slowly, on a morning when I needed to breathe, this one carries a calm of its own.
8×8 mixed media on 1/2” wood panel.
A quiet, contemplative moment captured in deep blues and soft whites. This pitcher and cup feel like two old friends — simple forms that somehow carry a sense of familiarity and comfort.
Lately, these pieces have been stirring up a gentle nostalgia for me. The kind that rises from small, everyday rituals: pouring water, setting a table, reaching for the same cup day after day. Objects like these become tiny anchors in our lives, holding stories we don’t always realize we’re keeping.
Painted slowly, on a morning when I needed to breathe, this one carries a calm of its own.
8×8 mixed media on 1/2” wood panel.
