Aisling—an Irish word that whispers of dreams and visions.

At the heart of this piece, the trees stand cloaked in shadow, silent sentinels of the dark. Yet around them, golden morning light spills across the sky and kisses the earth with hues of yellow and orange, a tender promise of hope. Darkness is held within a cradle of dawn, as if the world itself is offering comfort.

This is a vision for all who yearn for a gentler world, where every soul is honoured, where compassion reigns, where we care fiercely for one another. Aisling is more than a dream— it is a call to imagine and shape a new reality.