Quiet Spill

I made Quiet Spill on a slow afternoon, watching the fountain rise and fall against that wall of green. The way the spray breaks into a ring felt like a quiet, steady answer to louder moments — a small scene that says we’re still moving even when things seem still.

What word comes to mind for you when you look at this — calm, memory, something else? Tell me below; I read every reply.

This print would be a peaceful addition to a reading nook or home office.