The Hills Were Practicing Patience / 36 x 36 / oil on canvas

The story unfolds in a landscape that has learned how to wait. Soft hills roll forward in measured layers, their greens steady and unhurried, dotted with trees that seem to know exactly where they belong. Nothing crowds the space; every shape is given room to breathe.

In the distance, mountains rise quietly, holding the memory of an older time, while above them, two clouds drift like passing thoughts—brief, untroubled, unconcerned with staying. The sky offers light without drama, illuminating the land evenly, as if reassurance itself were weather.

The Hills Were Practicing Patience is a story about steadiness in a changing world. It speaks to places—and people—that don’t rush toward meaning but allow it to arrive naturally. The painting invites the viewer to slow down and to trust that calm repetition and gentle persistence are forms of wisdom in their own right.

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