This painting is like a quiet struggle caught mid-breath. Broad, sweeping strokes of white drag themselves downward against a deep, consuming black, as if something luminous is trying to emerge but keeps dissolving before it can fully take shape. There’s a softness in the blurred edges, like memory slipping away, yet the vertical streaks anchor it in a kind of gravity—an emotional weight that pulls everything back down. It carries the sensation of vulnerability, of reaching upward and outward only to be gently, inevitably undone.
Acrylic paint on framed canvas panel. 24””x36”x1.5”. Edition 1 of 1.
All paintings are signed on reverse. All paintings include certification of authenticity.
This painting is like a quiet struggle caught mid-breath. Broad, sweeping strokes of white drag themselves downward against a deep, consuming black, as if something luminous is trying to emerge but keeps dissolving before it can fully take shape. There’s a softness in the blurred edges, like memory slipping away, yet the vertical streaks anchor it in a kind of gravity—an emotional weight that pulls everything back down. It carries the sensation of vulnerability, of reaching upward and outward only to be gently, inevitably undone.
Acrylic paint on framed canvas panel. 24””x36”x1.5”. Edition 1 of 1.
All paintings are signed on reverse. All paintings include certification of authenticity.
