On a quiet, gray morning, light broke through my window and caught a glass of water on the windowsill - scattering small blooms of white across the wall. The image lasted a moment, but disappeared in seconds. In the studio, I began placing circles. Each circle, but a breath. Cool blues and greens settled into the spaces between, while white built quietly on white - layer by layer, the way light accumulates after a long stretch of dark. White Reverie is that moment. Soft, luminous, and still.
