It’s always the things far ahead that catch us by surprise—even when we know they’re coming. For so long, the mountain peaks loom on the horizon, acting as silent beacons for all we hope for, all we long to hold, all we dream of becoming. And then… there they are. Are they ever exactly what we imagined? Sometimes yes, sometimes no. But that’s the beauty of the distance—it gives us time. Time to dream, to aspire, to build the strength to climb when the moment arrives. This painting is about that space between now and someday. You know all about this because you honor the distance—not as a barrier, but as a gift. You understand that hope grows best in the space where we are still reaching, still working, still believing in what waits just beyond the horizon.
4”x4”x1 1/2”. Oil on canvas.
It’s always the things far ahead that catch us by surprise—even when we know they’re coming. For so long, the mountain peaks loom on the horizon, acting as silent beacons for all we hope for, all we long to hold, all we dream of becoming. And then… there they are. Are they ever exactly what we imagined? Sometimes yes, sometimes no. But that’s the beauty of the distance—it gives us time. Time to dream, to aspire, to build the strength to climb when the moment arrives. This painting is about that space between now and someday. You know all about this because you honor the distance—not as a barrier, but as a gift. You understand that hope grows best in the space where we are still reaching, still working, still believing in what waits just beyond the horizon.
4”x4”x1 1/2”. Oil on canvas.
