Acrylic and oil pastels on canvas, 16 × 20 in., 2026
There's a moment at the end of a lake day when nobody's ready to head in. The sun's getting low, the water's gone gold, and somebody eases the throttle back — not because the day was lacking, but because it was so full you want to stretch it a little further.
This one lives in that last hour. String lights swinging on the pontoon, birds cutting across what's left of the sky, and the kind of tired that only comes from a whole day spent with people you actually like. You're not chasing anything you don't already have. You're just not done holding onto it yet.
Acrylic and oil pastels on canvas, 16 × 20 in., 2026
There's a moment at the end of a lake day when nobody's ready to head in. The sun's getting low, the water's gone gold, and somebody eases the throttle back — not because the day was lacking, but because it was so full you want to stretch it a little further.
This one lives in that last hour. String lights swinging on the pontoon, birds cutting across what's left of the sky, and the kind of tired that only comes from a whole day spent with people you actually like. You're not chasing anything you don't already have. You're just not done holding onto it yet.
