Before the meal, there is this. Bread broken and passed around. Olives in a bowl. Oil poured without measuring. The table is not yet full, the food is not yet here — and yet somehow, this is already the best part.
Italians have understood for centuries what the rest of the world is slowly remembering: that anticipation, shared quietly with people you love, is its own kind of feast. Olio is a still life about the moment before. The gathered pause. The pleasure of almost.
Drawn charcoal on cotton canvas — a medium that, like olive oil, requires patience to layer and time to build depth. You cannot rush either of them.
Original: Oil paint & Charcoal on stretched cotton canvas. Archival fixative and finish.
Dimensions — 505 × 610mm
Before the meal, there is this. Bread broken and passed around. Olives in a bowl. Oil poured without measuring. The table is not yet full, the food is not yet here — and yet somehow, this is already the best part.
Italians have understood for centuries what the rest of the world is slowly remembering: that anticipation, shared quietly with people you love, is its own kind of feast. Olio is a still life about the moment before. The gathered pause. The pleasure of almost.
Drawn charcoal on cotton canvas — a medium that, like olive oil, requires patience to layer and time to build depth. You cannot rush either of them.
Original: Oil paint & Charcoal on stretched cotton canvas. Archival fixative and finish.
Dimensions — 505 × 610mm
