This painting began with a simple commission: a woman and her small companion.
From there, it slowly found its own path.
In the finished image, a woman stands beneath chestnut trees with a small black dog beside her.
We never see her face.
Instead, we stand behind her, looking across a quiet road toward a house nestled among trees.
The house feels strangely familiar.
Perhaps it is a home.
Perhaps it is a memory.
Perhaps it is something not yet lived.
Between her and the house lies only a road.
A few steps.
Yet she remains still.
Somewhere along the way, the road became the painting's quiet centre.
Not a barrier.
A threshold.
A place where possibility gathers.
A moment before movement.
A dream before it is lived.
Angie's Dream.
Nothing moves.
Everything begins.