Where the Quiet Things Hover9 X 12 Inch Original mixed media oil painting on gallery wrapped canvas. Ready to hang. A hummingbird hovers just beyond the bloom, wings blurred by wonder. Below, broken petals and curled leaves lie scattered, not discarded, but placed. Fragments of once loved things form a kind of altar. A garden of pieces. A moment of pause. This is not about arrival. Its about staying close. Near enough to witness, but gentle enough not to disturb. The kind of

others still cling to their stems

of character

Among the roses

a witness to this quiet cascade

half oracle

but never leaves

and the comfort of simply being seen

She’s honoring the garden she came from

The drunken fig beetle finds rest from its indulgence of the fermented peaches

this garden doesn’t bloom for the world

A Trusted Bond honors the sacred connection we share with those who know us beyond language

Not everything that’s beautiful survives