Acrylic on Canvas with Oil Pastel, Charcoal, and Pencil
Saffron and warm sand across a full square, cooled by teal, sage, and grey moving through the middle. Handwriting runs in loops and lines throughout, close enough to reading to keep pulling the eye, never resolving into a sentence. Soft palette, layered ground, language caught in the act of failing.
A large square with warmth and air in equal measure. Works in a living room, a study, or an office wall where someone sits with it daily. The yellow lifts the whole room; the greys let it sit against wood, linen, and stone without competing.
