Whispers at Dawn

16x20"
Encaustic, oil paint, and mixed media on framed cradled birch panel
 
There’s that hush at dawn when the world holds its breath — a single trickle of light slipping over rocks and trees, everything leaning in to listen. The air tastes like possibility, and for a heartbeat the earth whispers back: the day is coming. Then, slowly, the dam breaks and light pours out, warm and full. Some part of me wants to stay a little longer in the quiet and drink in the moment.