In this painting, a simple stack of books becomes a quiet portrait of holding. There is no visible figure, yet the act of support is everywhere — in the balance of weight, in the way each book rests upon another, in the tension between gravity and stability. The stack stands steady, but only because every layer carries what is placed above it.
Books carry stories, knowledge, and memory. Stacked together, they suggest the emotional and intellectual weight we bear — responsibilities, relationships, histories, love. They also reflect the women in my life, who have carried so much with steadiness and care.
