The land lies open and attentive, held beneath a sky that seems to be in the middle of becoming itself. Clouds part and gather in soft collisions of blue, cream, and gold, as if light were searching for a place to settle. Distant hills breathe in muted tones, their edges blurred by air and time, offering depth without insistence.
In the foreground, blue poles rise quietly from the earth, slender and deliberate, marking a rhythm across the ground. They cast long, gentle shadows that stretch like thoughts at dusk, suggesting passage, boundary, or pause. The ground around them is calm and reflective, brushed with pale warmth, absorbing both sky and structure without resistance.
Nothing here demands attention, yet everything holds meaning. The painting feels like a conversation spoken slowly—between sky and land, distance and presence, order and openness. It is a place where stillness is not empty, where markers do not divide but invite, and where the horizon remains wide enough to hold.
Port Macquarie