The Past Hangs Still
12" x 12", Oil and Canvas
He sits quietly at the edge of the rock, looking out where the sky opens into something endless. The clouds drift slowly, the kind of movement that makes time feel softer.
Behind him, the old tree still holds the tire swing. New leaves have found their way back into its branches, and the rope moves gently in the wind. It’s a small reminder that not everything from the past disappears.
Some places stay with us.
Not to pull us backward, but to remind us where the road began.