Park Bench Conversation

"So then he actually texted me, 'We need to talk about the plant,' as if a succulent is a shared custody situation," remarked Chloe. Maya threw her head back and laughed. They hadn't seen each other since graduation, but sitting there in the park, the months of radio silence melted away into their familiar rhythm of overlapping sentences and shared eye-rolls. It was a perfect, lazy Saturday afternoon, anchored by the comforting weight of a friendship that could always pick up exactly where it had left off.

Original available for purchase:

76 x 50 CM oil on stretched canvas. £245