Folded Wings - My latest oil painting

She sits on the lake’s edge, wings folded like a pause in time. The forest behind her is blurred, like a memory half-remembered. I painted this as a visual prayer. Not to impress, but to feel. To hold space for something tender...

4/4/20251 min read

“Folded Wings”, oil on canvas.
She sits on the lake’s edge, wings folded like a pause in time. The forest behind her is blurred, like a memory half-remembered. There’s no noise here — just stillness, reflection, breath.

I painted this as a visual prayer. Not to impress, but to feel.
To hold space for something tender,
a moment of sacred art.

This is what sacred art means to me:
Art that doesn’t shout, but whispers.
Art that meets you where you are and says, “You’re not alone.”
Sacred art invites stillness, holds emotion, slows you down.

In a world of noise, trend, and speed, this painting is a soft rebellion.
It reminds us to feel deeper. To see softer. To come home to ourselve

“Folded Wings”
Oil on canvas, 70x50cm
Available original & canvas prints!

From my heart to yours, Laura