The Quiet Crown
12" x 12", Oil on Canvas
High above it all, where moss creeps over ancient stone and clouds drift by like the last moments of a daydream, he’s there. Chronos, the god of time—calm, unshaken, and just a little wild. His antlers stretch upward, marking the endless passage of days, a quiet reminder that time waits for no one.
This is the tipping point—the moment where the haze of rest fades and the weight of what’s next starts to settle in. He doesn’t have to say a word; the message is written in his stance: the climb is done, the view has been taken in, and now it’s time to roll up your sleeves and move forward.
Because while leisure is fleeting, purpose is waiting for those ready to hear it.