
The Sky Knew Before We Did / 36×36 framed / acrylic on canvas
This painting tells the story of a day that existed long before anyone thought to name it. The sky moves in broad, luminous gestures—clouds drifting like half-formed memories, bright and weightless against an open blue. They feel less like weather and more like recollection, as if the sky itself is trying to remember something it once knew by heart.
Below, the land stretches quietly, a wide green breath held just long enough to feel intentional. The tree line rests low and steady, anchoring the vastness above without interrupting it. There is no road, no figure, no marker of progress—only the sense that time is passing in a way that does not require witnesses.
The Sky Remembered Before We Did is a story about permanence and patience. It speaks to the idea that some truths exist before language, before urgency, and that sometimes the most meaningful moments are the ones that happen whether or not we are paying attention.

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