Winter Promise

8x10"
Encaustic, Oil paint, and mixed media on framed cradled birch panel
 
There’s a soft kind of beauty in melancholy—like winter’s promise painted in stark lines and monochrome. Life slows, breaths hang on chilled air, and the world leans in so you can finally notice the small things: the way bare branches whisper in the wind, the hush of snow softening the edges, the silver light that makes ordinary moments look sacred. It’s not sadness without purpose; it’s a gentle pause that teaches you to listen, to feel, to be present.