An A3 Acrylic piece on paper, featuring an angel I met two weeks ago on a hike trail. Beneath those little feet, flowers grow. Leaves reach out, embracing the frame. And to me, it all speaks of hope — the kind that finds its way into the wilderness - poverty, despair, confusion, crises, grief.
Perhaps hope doesn’t always arrive as a grand answer. Sometimes, it appears quietly, in the most unexpected places, reminding us that even in the harshest landscapes, there you can find beauty and hope.
