Where the Quiet Things Grow9X12 Inch Original mixed media oil painting with real dried flowers on canvas. Ready to hang. A rosebud stands watch like a guardian of the nest, weathered, gilded, and tender at the edges. Beneath it, young hummingbirds rest, not quite ready to fly. The colors hum like a lullaby: mossy green, petal pink, the hush of gold dust after its settled. This piece holds space for becoming, for those small, sacred moments before were strong enough to rise. Its

worn velvet

This piece captures the space between noise and clarity

perfect puppy glares

The butterfly appears again

the Spirit rises

in the soft kind of courage it takes to wish out loud

and love given without limit

The wind doesn’t just move

sometimes it whispers: Just believe

flickering through color

but the question still lingers

where melody becomes color