A figure sits at the heart of this dreamlike composition, cradling three starling birds close to her chest, their wings ruffle in quiet anticipation. Surrounding her, flower pots bloom with more than just life—they hold painted scenes within them, each telling a story of the land. A winding river carves its path through some, flowing steadily as if time itself rests in its current, while another cradles the image of an old mill house, a vision of home and rest.
Bathed in deep, rich blues, the scene evokes the quiet hush of being nestled underground—rooted, waiting, held in the embrace of something unseen. There is a sense of not-yet, of being on the cusp of emergence, as if the river, the birds, and the figure all exist in a space between rest and movement, between root and sky. The brushwork and luminous layers of oil create a softness that enhances this feeling of being submerged in a world of quiet transformation, a place where flight is not forgotten but simply… waiting.
