The Sky Remembers

12x12in - Mixed Media Oil on Cradled Hardwood

It could be a beginning or an ending—
either way, the light remains.
There’s power in how she holds the horizon.
Brilliance doesn’t always ask for permission.

Sheila’s Note: It was so saturated, I questioned whether it was too much. But it wouldn’t let me pull back. This piece demanded vibrancy, and in doing so, reminded me that light doesn’t always whisper. Sometimes it roars in welcome.