A hush of lavender sky. Stems rising like quiet thoughts. Dandelions—soft, celestial—hover at the edge of letting go.
In Before the Wind Forgets, fragility becomes defiance. These seedheads aren’t blown away yet—they’re caught in that sacred pause, when potential holds its breath. Blues drip like memory. Greens flicker with life. And the whites—feathered, star-like—whisper of wishes that still belong to you.
This painting isn’t about flowers. It’s about timing—that electric stillness just before transformation.
Hang it somewhere you want to remember that not everything beautiful needs to last to matter.
12”x 9” Watercolor on Paper
A hush of lavender sky. Stems rising like quiet thoughts. Dandelions—soft, celestial—hover at the edge of letting go.
In Before the Wind Forgets, fragility becomes defiance. These seedheads aren’t blown away yet—they’re caught in that sacred pause, when potential holds its breath. Blues drip like memory. Greens flicker with life. And the whites—feathered, star-like—whisper of wishes that still belong to you.
This painting isn’t about flowers. It’s about timing—that electric stillness just before transformation.
Hang it somewhere you want to remember that not everything beautiful needs to last to matter.
12”x 9” Watercolor on Paper
