A portrait not of a person, but of a moment -the northern lights drifting above still water. The soft green glow recalls the aurora, but to me it also feels like a pulse 

-the quiet rhythm of something larger than us.
It’s a painting about presence, about standing still long enough to feel the earth breathe beneath you.

Here, spirit is found in silence -in the hush between breath and sky.
The mountains keep their secrets, the clouds pass like thoughts, and the light lingers like a memory.