
The Fields That Learned How to Wait / 30 x 48 / acrylic + canvas / framed
The story unfolds in a place that has learned patience. The land stretches wide and low, its greens layered with the quiet work of seasons passing without announcement. A thin line of water or shadow cuts across the field—a reminder that time leaves marks even when it moves gently.
The trees stand in small, deliberate clusters, not crowded, not alone. They seem to have agreed on their distance from one another, as if companionship is something best practiced without urgency. Beyond them, the hills rest under a softened sky, their shapes worn smooth by years of watching the same horizon repeat itself.
The Fields That Learned How to Wait is about endurance without struggle. It tells the story of a landscape that understands there is no reward for rushing. Some places exist not to be conquered or crossed, but to hold space—for thought, for breath, for the slow realization that waiting itself can be a form of arrival.

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