Cellophane shimmered like a second sun. Joy was simple, and time was measured in daisy chains and lemonade. In the garden, we played as if nothing would ever end.

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Even in a garden bathed in the warmest light, where promise hums through the air and the sky spills wonder and opportunity, the heart may still linger in forgotten rooms, drifting across barren plains, consumed by a silence that gathers like dust.

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In honour of the great matriarch, dearly missed. You knew me before I knew me.

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The shape of motion before we move, the hope before we form, a silent glimmer of potential light folding neatly into time.

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She invites silence in, no bells, whistles, or validating fanfare. Every string gently manipulated with the delicate grace of a breeze, entirely void of fear, deliberate motions soaked with effortless skill and a sense of inevitable importance.

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Where thought dares to wander freely, the body may follow. Not with certainty, but with a quiet knowing that what once seemed distant, waits just beyond the reach of fear.

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Wide-eyed in quiet corners, pages turn like promising whispers as worlds within grow wild and free.

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The words we once exchanged in the hours between two dawns, will forever echo across the lake we knew so well.

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May our dreams long continue to be the unwavering compass that guides us through inevitable change, anchoring us in persistence, illuminating the path forward.

This piece was also recently exhibited in the 'Tales Of Seasons' show at Canvas Gallery NYC, curated by SuperRare.

The heart learns in whispers, gently unfurling what it clings to, slowly, day by day, piece by piece.

Each release is a step toward stillness, a soft unraveling of the threads we thought we needed. There is beauty in the spaces we leave behind.

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I picked these for you, my friend, wherever you are. I'll put them in the tiny vase we bought together that summer we met, and sit them by the window in your old room. I'll watch the petals dance and shimmer gently in the evening breeze and think of you. I hope we meet again someday.

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Another wild adventure, a few more tales to tell.
Our stories are the flames we leave, to burn where we once fell.

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I like it here, down the rabbit hole. I think I'll stay a while longer.

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We thought we found utopia, but it was just another cage. Put on a mask and keep playing, or find a new game, the choice has always been yours.

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This artwork seeks to embody calm and strength in challenging times. It portrays the quiet beauty of waiting and the serene confidence that time will reveal all things in due course. What is meant for us, will find us. An ode to trusting the process.

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