🌾 Field Sketches & Wild Florals

Sometimes I don’t paint what I see — I sketch what the wind tells me.
This is where my pencil wanders through overgrown trails and tangled blooms, collecting the small, unspoken moments I find along the way. Wilted daisies, wild grass, half-finished stems—each one a whisper of something I didn’t want to forget. You’ll find field pages here, messy lines, and watercolor petals that dried exactly where they landed.