Waiting for Light
2022, oil on panel, 30 x 40”

There’s a moment just after dawn when the fog begins to lift, and what was once hidden starts to show itself—softly, slowly, like the world remembering its shape. That’s what I was thinking of while painting Waiting for Light. The way morning light filters through the trees, not all at once, but in pieces. Revealing, not declaring. A quiet unveiling.

This piece isn’t about a single tree or scene—it’s about the feeling of looking up into branches as the light begins to pour through. That subtle glow where leaves blur and edges dissolve. Where everything becomes color and pattern. I’ve always chased that feeling in my work, and during two semesters spent copying Bonnard paintings at the Met, I began to understand how to catch it—how to wait, how to see what emerges.

Waiting for Light is a memory of stillness, of slowness, of that beautiful in-between when the world begins to show itself again.

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