This painting is deeply personal. It’s based on a photo I took in Vail, Colorado, where my family goes every summer—a place that always feels like a deep breath. By the time we left for that trip, I was running on empty. My baby hadn’t slept well for what felt like months, and neither had I. I was trying to care for three little ones, recover from postpartum depression, and somehow keep my business afloat. I felt frayed, like there was nothing left to give.
So when we flew across the country, I was barely holding it together. And then, that first morning in Vail, I walked the same quiet path along the stream with my baby in the carrier, the cool air brushing against us. For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt peace. Nothing about my life had changed—but something inside me softened.
And that week, in a kind twist of irony, my baby started sleeping again. Maybe the mountain air helped, or maybe it was me finally letting go. This painting is my way of remembering that shift—the moment I stopped fighting so hard and started resting in gratitude instead.
I hope this piece brings you the same gentle reminder: that peace often finds us when we stop trying so desperately to earn it.
Printed on archival matte paper in multiple sizes, see below for more information on sizing variations.
This painting is deeply personal. It’s based on a photo I took in Vail, Colorado, where my family goes every summer—a place that always feels like a deep breath. By the time we left for that trip, I was running on empty. My baby hadn’t slept well for what felt like months, and neither had I. I was trying to care for three little ones, recover from postpartum depression, and somehow keep my business afloat. I felt frayed, like there was nothing left to give.
So when we flew across the country, I was barely holding it together. And then, that first morning in Vail, I walked the same quiet path along the stream with my baby in the carrier, the cool air brushing against us. For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt peace. Nothing about my life had changed—but something inside me softened.
And that week, in a kind twist of irony, my baby started sleeping again. Maybe the mountain air helped, or maybe it was me finally letting go. This painting is my way of remembering that shift—the moment I stopped fighting so hard and started resting in gratitude instead.
I hope this piece brings you the same gentle reminder: that peace often finds us when we stop trying so desperately to earn it.
Printed on archival matte paper in multiple sizes, see below for more information on sizing variations.
Shipping details: All prints arrive rolled in a shipping tube, and will flatten in a day or two once laid out (I suggest gently weighing down the corners to expedite the process). 12x12” and 15x15” prints have a 0.5” white border on all sides, and 20x20” has a 1” white border on all sides. For framing purposes, dimensions include the border.
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