People enter our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime—and no matter how brief or lasting their presence, they leave an imprint. This piece is named for someone who arrived in my life at the exact moment I needed her. Our conversations were few, but the words we shared are ones I’ll carry with me always.
This leaf reminded me of Starla—not only because its shape echoes a star, but because of its color, its quiet beauty, and the way it remains striking despite what time and nature have done to it. It holds the same resilient grace that she emulated.
I hope my dad was waiting at heavens gates to greet you, Starla. May you rest in peace…
5×5 - Acrylic on 1.5” Canvas
People enter our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime—and no matter how brief or lasting their presence, they leave an imprint. This piece is named for someone who arrived in my life at the exact moment I needed her. Our conversations were few, but the words we shared are ones I’ll carry with me always.
This leaf reminded me of Starla—not only because its shape echoes a star, but because of its color, its quiet beauty, and the way it remains striking despite what time and nature have done to it. It holds the same resilient grace that she emulated.
I hope my dad was waiting at heavens gates to greet you, Starla. May you rest in peace…
5×5 - Acrylic on 1.5” Canvas
