The Watcher at the Threshold

12x12in - Mixed Media Oil on Cradled Hardwood

She stands where sky meets sea—
unshaken, deliberate, awake.
Not afraid of the waves, but fluent in their rhythm.
She’s the quiet strength that keeps you tethered.

Sheila’s Note: I got lost in the sky on this one—the texture, the layers, the way it felt ancient and alive all at once. Even though she stands alone, there’s no loneliness here. She feels placed. Rooted. Reverent. Entirely at home.