Oil on canvas
This piece reveals another layer of spirit within the land. As I watched the last light fade over the silhouette of the eagle mountain, I felt the presence of a quiet witness—one who kneels in stillness, listening. The figure appeared in the paint as if called forth by the land itself. Whether spirit, ancestor, or memory, it reminded me that reverence isn’t always loud. Sometimes, it’s simply being present. Watching. Remembering.