In the hush of early dawn — or perhaps the tender close of day — the water lies still, mirroring the subdued colors of the sky. Pale taupe, gentle greys, and a hint of gold blend like fading memories, while reeds stand poised at the water’s edge, their silhouettes swaying in a breeze you can almost feel.
Across the horizon, birds in mid-flight stitch their way from one side of the canvas to the other, each wingbeat a whisper of movement in an otherwise resting world. The distant hills are veiled in soft mist, creating the sense that this place exists somewhere between reality and dream.
“Whispers Over Still Water” is a portrait of quietude — a moment that asks for nothing but to be witnessed, a pause in which the world seems to breathe slowly and evenly.
