Like threads pulled from the sky and stitched into earth, Skywoven floats between meadow and dream. Wild grasses stretch up like brushstrokes of longing, while soft bursts of bloom drift weightlessly across a watercolor sky—lavender, buttercream, and pale blue bleeding together in a quiet ecstasy.
Each flower in this piece feels half-rooted, half-winged. There's movement in the stillness—suggesting wind, memory, and sunlight all touching the same moment at once.
This painting doesn't just depict nature—it feels like remembering something beautiful without needing to explain why.
12”x 9” Watercolor on Paper
Like threads pulled from the sky and stitched into earth, Skywoven floats between meadow and dream. Wild grasses stretch up like brushstrokes of longing, while soft bursts of bloom drift weightlessly across a watercolor sky—lavender, buttercream, and pale blue bleeding together in a quiet ecstasy.
Each flower in this piece feels half-rooted, half-winged. There's movement in the stillness—suggesting wind, memory, and sunlight all touching the same moment at once.
This painting doesn't just depict nature—it feels like remembering something beautiful without needing to explain why.
12”x 9” Watercolor on Paper
