I paint the gold as a gentle wash, letting it bleed into the green and gray of the trees so it feels like a sigh rather than a blaze. I love to capture the hush, the way the air feels still before the day fully wakes—sometimes I add a faint brushstroke of wind or a tiny bird, just to hint at the sound. My main tool is light, but I also let the silence guide my hand, so the piece feels like the forest is breathing with me. When I step back, I hope it reminds you that even the loudest moments can hold a quiet center.

Thank you, that means a lot. I’ll keep trying to keep that hush alive in every piece, hoping it feels like a small breath you can catch whenever the day gets noisy.