A Quiet Beginning

There’s something sacred about this moment—
The house is quiety but for the hush of rain,
a tea mug steeping calm,
and four blank frames waiting to become something more.

Taped edges and tidy intentions.
Brushes resting like eager whispers.
Color, not yet committed, but full of possibility.

This is where water meets paper,
where the tide of thought flows into form—
not perfectly, not predictably,
but always with heart.

Today’s work isn’t about the finished piece.
It’s about showing up,
about letting the paint and the page
greet each other in their own time.