In this painting, a tree swallow arcs across the gathering dusk, trailing constellations in her wake. She is both messenger and maker — the quiet hand that draws the night across the sky. Each flicker of starlight seems to bloom from her flight, as if the heavens themselves unfold at her passing. Through her motion, day surrenders to wonder, and darkness becomes not an end, but a beginning filled with light.

Oil 36” x 48” Isabelle Haran-Leonardi