From the Collection: Spirit of the Highlands
In Scotland, the land speaks in whispers of mist and stone. The Highlands rolled out before me — raw, untamed, and endlessly quiet. Among heather and ancient hills, the ponies moved like part of the landscape itself, sturdy and steadfast against the wind. It was here I rediscovered my voice, as if the mountains themselves had been holding it safe until I was ready to listen. This collection carries that silence, that strength, and that sense of belonging.