watching my nephew takes my breath away. he is my sister’s son, he carries her magic, but transforms it into something entirely his own, then shares that magic with the world.
in this painting, his shadow becomes— playful, rhythmic, almost enchanted. standing in the water he moves his hands and the shadow answers back, as if showing him a version of himself that is bigger than he knows. there is something in the way we look at our shadows; the way we grant permission — to see ourself as bigger, freer, more extraordinary than we may yet understand.
acrylic on canvas 36×48
watching my nephew takes my breath away. he is my sister’s son, he carries her magic, but transforms it into something entirely his own, then shares that magic with the world.
in this painting, his shadow becomes— playful, rhythmic, almost enchanted. standing in the water he moves his hands and the shadow answers back, as if showing him a version of himself that is bigger than he knows. there is something in the way we look at our shadows; the way we grant permission — to see ourself as bigger, freer, more extraordinary than we may yet understand.
acrylic on canvas 36×48
