This painting captures the first rays of the early morning filtering through the window, Softly spilling light across the wooden table where a plate of oranges glows like the captured sun. Their pebbled skins, vibrant as flames, hold a faint dew from the morning’s chill, refracting light into tiny, scattered prisms. The air hums with a citrus sweetness, delicate yet invigorating—a mingling of zest and sun-warmed flesh that lingers like a whispered promise. Sunbeams catch motes of dust drifting lazily as if time itself pauses to savour the stillness. Outside, the world stirs softly: a distant birdsong, the rustle of leaves in a tender breeze. But here, the room is a sanctuary of calm. The oranges, plump and luminous, seem to bask in their own quiet radiance, their scent weaving through the crisp morning air.

The piece is about a moment suspended—a breath before the day unfolds—yet already, the light feels warmer, the silence fuller, as though the universe conspires to spin this morning into something boundless, perfect. It tells us to begin everyday in an alchemy of light and hope.