There is something so peaceful about the sound of these thin little palm branches rustling in a gentle breeze. When we first moved to San Diego I recall laying by the pool one afternoon. There was something so magical about the sound I heard. All I could hear were the faint sounds of little birds, and the gentle whisper of the wind causing the palm ferns to dance. I thought to myself “this must be paradise” I still find myself stealing these inspiring moments from the palm trees when I hear that sound. This painting points to those little moments of the whispering palms.