When I painted All Heaven Stood Still, I imagined the exact moment God reached down and gave Adam his first breath. The angels gathered in stillness, their eyes fixed on the sacred mystery unfolding — the Creator forming man with both power and tenderness. As my brush touched the canvas, I felt the air shift, like heaven itself was in the room with me. I wasn’t just painting Adam’s creation — I was painting the truth that each of us was made with that same breath, that same love. This piece is my offering to the moment when time paused, and heaven watched the beginning of us all.
When I painted All Heaven Stood Still, I imagined the exact moment God reached down and gave Adam his first breath. The angels gathered in stillness, their eyes fixed on the sacred mystery unfolding — the Creator forming man with both power and tenderness. As my brush touched the canvas, I felt the air shift, like heaven itself was in the room with me. I wasn’t just painting Adam’s creation — I was painting the truth that each of us was made with that same breath, that same love. This piece is my offering to the moment when time paused, and heaven watched the beginning of us all.
