In every walk through the wilderness, I find myself listening—not just with my ears, but with my eyes and spirit. Nature speaks in subtle ways: a breeze through dry leaves, the rhythm of shadow and light, the whisper of color across a rock’s face. My painting, "Whispers in Stone", was born out of one such moment of stillness and attention.

It began with a single, weathered rock—unassuming yet profoundly intricate. Its surface carried a tapestry of mineral hues: muted violets, crimson veins, golden dustings, pale greys. Time had etched stories into its form, and as I paused to truly "see" it, something stirred within me. There, in that quiet moment, I sensed more than geological history—I sensed the echo of the One who formed it.

As an artist, I find endless inspiration in nature. But it is more than aesthetic—it’s spiritual. I believe that all creation bears the mark of its Maker. The rock I encountered didn’t just catch the light; it reflected truth. It reminded me of Psalm 19:1—“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands.” I believe that even the stones are not silent, as Jesus reminds us in Luke 19:40: “If they keep quiet, the stones will cry out.”

"Whispers in Stone" is my visual meditation on this quiet testimony of the earth. I wanted to translate the language of the rock—its layers, tones, and textures—into a painting that invites contemplation. Every brushstroke is deliberate, building a mosaic of color and light. The abstract patterning allows the viewer to move between form and feeling, echoing how we often experience God: not always in thunderous revelation, but in still, small whispers.

In this piece, muted violets blend with rich crimsons, while pale greys shimmer against warm golds and earthy greens. These elements recall both geological processes—pressure, time, mineral layering—and something more eternal. They suggest foundations laid in wisdom and a world formed in love.

My hope is that "Whispers in Stone" reminds us that beauty surrounds us, waiting to be noticed, waiting to lift our eyes heavenward. We live in a world filled with subtle songs—songs of praise, of presence, of purpose—woven into leaves, light, and stone. This painting is my way of listening, and inviting others to do the same.

May you see in this work not just abstract color, but the quiet voice of creation, calling us to remember who formed it.