A story about old friends
Their hearts beat together now.
They look at each other easily, but there is a little wariness, even after all this time. So they hold still and watch each other, but they never let go.
She is distracted, a sound only she can hear, pulling at her attention. But she doesn't turn away. She stays. They both do. Always.
It hasn't always been easy. There were seasons where holding on took more than either of them had to give. But they kept choosing it anyway, the way you choose the things that matter most. Quietly, and over and over.
They've known each other longer than either can remember. Whatever happens next, that part is the rest of their story.
Acrylic, coloured pencil and wax pastel on timber panel, 20 × 25 × 4cm
A story about old friends
Their hearts beat together now.
They look at each other easily, but there is a little wariness, even after all this time. So they hold still and watch each other, but they never let go.
She is distracted, a sound only she can hear, pulling at her attention. But she doesn't turn away. She stays. They both do. Always.
It hasn't always been easy. There were seasons where holding on took more than either of them had to give. But they kept choosing it anyway, the way you choose the things that matter most. Quietly, and over and over.
They've known each other longer than either can remember. Whatever happens next, that part is the rest of their story.
Acrylic, coloured pencil and wax pastel on timber panel, 20 × 25 × 4cm
