This painting began with a photograph that felt dramatic to me — not because anything extraordinary was happening, but because of who was in it. My mother holding her great-grandson.
On the surface, it is an everyday gesture. No spectacle. Just weight shared between generations. The kind of moment that passes quickly and then lives quietly in memory.
When I built the image, I leaned into structure more than sentiment. The planes keep the closeness intact without letting it blur. The geometry steadies the emotion. It gives tenderness form.
What moves me is not only the embrace, but the time inside it — a life that has traveled decades holding one just beginning.
Suspension here feels different. It is not anticipation. It is not intensity. It is the quiet wish that a moment might remain exactly as it is.
This painting sits alongside others in the exhibition that explore small moments of closeness held in time.
A brief reflection on how this painting came to be can be found here.
