Whispered tales from a warm corner

Oil painting on canvas board

21.5 cm x 25.5 cm

Time slows to the rhythmic boiling of a kettle. A rustic, sun-kissed room, the walls a vibrant dance of crimson and amber, a bold embrace against the brisk dawn. Atop a robust, wooden counter, kissed by many a morning's toil, sits an antique stove, its cast-iron body emanating an aura of timeless stories and shared secrets.

Painted with a palette that sings of earthen roots and fiery hearts, the stove's surface is a tapestry of shadows and light, a proud sentinel guarding the ritual of morning warmth. A kettle, black as the quiet before dawn, holds the promise of tea, its spout poised to break the silence with a whistle that resonates like a wake-up call to the soul.

To the right, a regiment of bottles, their glass sides veiled in the muted greens of olives and the deep sighs of the forest, stands guard. They are sentinels of the liquid treasures, perhaps steeped with the spirits of the land, waiting to infuse the tea with whispers of the earth.

In the foreground, the countertop glows like a golden pathway, leading to the heart of comfort as the room awaits the hands that will turn the stove's knobs, lift the kettle, and pour out steaming cups of solace. With each stroke of the brush, I captured not just a scene, but a sensory experience—the heat radiating from the stove, the aroma of tea leaves unfurling, the sizzling sound of a day coming to life.

This painting is more than an image; it's a narrative set on canvas, inviting you to pull up a chair, wrap your hands around a hot mug, and bask in the serene assurance of an African morning, replete with the ritual of tea—a warmth that not only dispels the outer chill but also ignites the inner warmth that fuels the day's journey.