Behind my grandmother’s house, groves of Queen Anne’s lace swayed in the fields, their delicate crowns rising taller than my small frame. I would wander through that sea of wildflowers, imagining myself in a faraway realm. The wind whispered through the grasses, carrying the earthy perfume of soil and greenery—a sanctuary of sound and scent etched into my memory.

Painted in acrylic, pastel and charcoal on gallery-wrapped canvas.
Signed and titled on reverse.
Hanging hardware attached.