quiet

I drew this because I’ve been craving stillness lately. The girl in the sketch feels like a piece of me standing at the edge of something wide and unknown, holding her sketchbook like it’s the only thing keeping her grounded.

And the boat? It’s possibility. It’s that quiet what if floating just out of reach. It feels like something waiting for her, or for me if we’re brave enough to go after it.

What do you see when you look at this? Does it remind you of a moment when the world paused, even for just a second? I’d really love to know.