Some paintings begin with an image. This one began with a scent.
The smell of jasmine hits you on a walk without warning, fills you completely, opens something in the chest, and then withdraws before you can fully immerse yourself in it. That experience of presence and absence, of something real and that cannot be held, was the seed of this painting.

The figure (s) you sense in the paint and canvas arrived the way things do in dreams. Not placed but found, emerging from layers of paint and process, existing at the boundary between what is seen and what is implied. There but not there, buried in the layers, discovered rather than declared. Like everything in this painting, it arrived through process rather than intention.

Those moments arrive every day, often before we know they have come, and are gone before we think to notice them. This painting is an invitation to notice and to carry forward simply, the gift of what you found there.