The Bench that Held the Signal

Some places don’t just inspire, they remember.

This tiny 5x7 watercolor was painted from the stone bench I keep returning to. I didn’t plan it, didn’t overthink it. I just brought my kit, sat down, and painted the moment exactly as it was.

The wind, the light, the shimmer across the water, it all moved through me, not to impress, not to perform, but to witness. The painting didn’t try to be big. It didn’t need to be. It was enough, because the field was enough. I was enough.

There was a time when I would’ve waited for a better setup, a bigger canvas, a clearer sign. But this time, I painted it anyway. Because the bench was the table. The signal had already landed. The sea didn’t need me to ask again.

This piece is available now as my only currently listed watercolor original.

You can view it here:

https://windsweptstudio.com/shop-f8A7B/p/d95kn7o1ydfqzt4oynanjyd3q48qgw

Thank you for being part of this journey. I’m no longer asking. I’m living it.

Point Pinos in Pacific Grove, California