Oil on wood, ready to hang.
Signed on the front.
There’s a moment. The world stands still.
Soft contrasts emerge:
feeble and strong, watchful and restful, new and old, beginning and completion, dependence and assurance.
The dawn reveals a tender bond. Together, promise, connection and possibilities are shared. Time, space, destinies, even life itself converge.
The world will soon move on: we expect it. The contrasts will sharpen, and the bond will deepen. But that moment remains - if we will be still.