Swaying to the Poetry of Love

acrylic/gold & copper leaf on board.
framed in a rich ornate Italian gold wide frame.
No glass.
size 62cm x 72cm

When I painted this piece, I surrendered to the rhythm of something ancient—something that pulses beneath the surface of all things. I let the brush become my breath and followed the gentle sway of a language that is older than words: the language of love felt, not spoken.

The forms that bloomed onto the canvas are vessels of feeling—part flower, part chalice, part heart. They rose out of the earth like sentient whispers, their stems dancing with quiet devotion. I painted them as if they were listening—listening to one another, to the unseen, to the great field of tenderness that connects us all.

At the center, two figures lean into one another. They are not separate—they are reflections, mirroring softness, holding space. Within their open forms, I collaged fragments of soul maps—textiles of memory and pulse, the inner world made visible. They are cracked open, but never broken. They are full, yet forever becoming.

The entire landscape sways, as if moved by a breeze made not of wind, but of affection—silent poetry written in the air between beings. Every line I drew, every golden contour, was a love letter to connection, presence, and trust.

Swaying to the Poetry of Love is not about romance. It’s about sacred resonance. It’s about remembering that even in stillness, we are always moving—toward one another, within ourselves, and into the deeper truth that love is not a destination, but the field in which we grow.