
Where the Light Waited / 36 x 36 / Acrylic on Canvas
The story begins in a wide, open landscape that seems to be holding something in reserve. The fields roll gently in layers of green and muted gold, shaped not by urgency but by repetition—days passing, seasons turning, nothing needing to be announced. A thin band of brightness stretches across the horizon, as if the land has been quietly saving its best moment.
Above it all, the sky drifts in soft, shifting planes of gray, blue, and pale warmth. The clouds feel heavy but not threatening, more contemplative than storm-bound. There is a sense that the light has paused here deliberately, waiting for the right moment to move on.
Where the Light Waited tells a story about anticipation without anxiety. It is about standing in a place that doesn’t rush toward change, trusting that what is meant to arrive will do so in its own time. The painting holds that suspended moment, when possibility is already present—even if it hasn’t fully revealed itself yet.

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