Pocket Square

$2,195.00

Pocket Square 40” x 30” 3-Dimensional Oil

One evening, a friend stopped by the gallery and painted a picture with his words—describing a scene so vividly, it etched itself into my mind. His vision was specific, but when I translated it to canvas, it shifted into something more abstract. More felt than seen.

This piece became a portrait of a man who’s lived a full, layered life. You can almost sense his suit once perfectly tailored, now rumpled with time; shoes scuffed from miles walked; silver streaking through his hair. He’s seated, quiet, alone.

But what catches the eye is that pocket square—still bright, still bold. A flash of yellow and orange against the muted tones, like a memory refusing to fade. To me, it’s the heartbeat of the painting. A symbol of the man he’s always been particular, thoughtful, a little proud. Even as the edges of life have softened, that bit of color still shines.

Sometimes it only takes a small thing—a pocket square, a glimmer of color—to remind us that life still pulses with beauty, even in its quieter chapters.

Pocket Square 40” x 30” 3-Dimensional Oil

One evening, a friend stopped by the gallery and painted a picture with his words—describing a scene so vividly, it etched itself into my mind. His vision was specific, but when I translated it to canvas, it shifted into something more abstract. More felt than seen.

This piece became a portrait of a man who’s lived a full, layered life. You can almost sense his suit once perfectly tailored, now rumpled with time; shoes scuffed from miles walked; silver streaking through his hair. He’s seated, quiet, alone.

But what catches the eye is that pocket square—still bright, still bold. A flash of yellow and orange against the muted tones, like a memory refusing to fade. To me, it’s the heartbeat of the painting. A symbol of the man he’s always been particular, thoughtful, a little proud. Even as the edges of life have softened, that bit of color still shines.

Sometimes it only takes a small thing—a pocket square, a glimmer of color—to remind us that life still pulses with beauty, even in its quieter chapters.