Keeper of the Quiet
Before the day begins, before anyone is watching, she is already there, standing in the shallows and keeping watch over the stillness. The spoonbill doesn't rush. She moves only when it matters, sweeping the water with patience most of us have forgotten. Her pink comes from what she takes in, a reminder that we become what we feed ourselves. She's a keeper of that early, sacred hush, and she offers a little of it to whoever stands before her.
Plaster plume and pastel on wood panel. One of a kind.
38" W × 48" H · Original, signed, ready to hang
Keeper of the Quiet
Before the day begins, before anyone is watching, she is already there, standing in the shallows and keeping watch over the stillness. The spoonbill doesn't rush. She moves only when it matters, sweeping the water with patience most of us have forgotten. Her pink comes from what she takes in, a reminder that we become what we feed ourselves. She's a keeper of that early, sacred hush, and she offers a little of it to whoever stands before her.
Plaster plume and pastel on wood panel. One of a kind.
38" W × 48" H · Original, signed, ready to hang
