It was winter. With a backpack full of paints, a canvas, and a cup of hot coffee, I stepped into nature. I wandered through the forest but couldn’t settle on a subject. Then, as sunset approached, sunlight broke through the trees — and in that moment, something shifted. The light caught my eye and filled the quiet with meaning. I knew instantly: this was the scene I had to paint. This piece carries more than just a visual — it holds a memory, a sense of presence, and the beauty of finding meaning when you least expect it.
