Rising Sun

Rising Sun
There are places that are not merely seen…
they are felt.
Walls that hold the traces of time,
windows that seem to await a gaze,
a door that opens onto far more than a passageway…
And then there is this tree,
rooted in the earth,
bearing within its branches
fragments of stories, silences, and light.
At the heart of this house,
the sun rises gently…
like an inner light
reminding us that nothing truly remains frozen in time.
I painted this place the way one listens to a memory.
And perhaps, behind these walls,
it is a part of ourselves
that simply seeks to be heard.
A story etched in ancient wood,
anchoring the spirit within the heart of the stone.
A silence of words that the gaze invites us
to listen to the pulsing soul of the building.
Rising sun.
Because sometimes, the light does not come from the outside…
it rises within us.