An Afternoon in the Garden

Afternoons in the garden always carry a special kind of tenderness. This painting isn’t about my old garden – it belongs to someone else – but the emotions within it are tied to the garden of my former home. It reflects the quiet affection we develop for things that may seem inanimate yet are deeply real. We are made of these subtle connections with the small, ordinary moments surrounding us every day.

Have you ever sat alone in a garden in the late afternoon, watching the sunlight scatter in speckles across a table, with the faint scent of flowers and the sound of birds singing? A magical feeling spreads from head to toe – that is serenity, the kind that money can’t buy. That atmosphere becomes eternal when you live fully in it.

This painting is acrylic on canvas, measuring 60 x 70 cm. It’s one of those paintings I wished I could linger on, as every brushstroke brought joy. And when I finally had to finish, I found myself sitting quietly, reluctant to let it go.