This canvas... it's the raw essence of what I feel inside. A void of deep, heavy cobalt blue, not the blue of the sky or the ocean, but the color of suffocating pressure. I built it up with thick, heavy strokes, one on top of the other, to create a tangible weight, a texture you could almost feel pressing down on you.
The flashes of a muted, sickly gray are the sharp, sudden moments of fracture—the internal shattering that happens when you feel unseen. They are not gentle lines; they are jagged, almost violent scratches that tear through the blue, showing the emotional scars beneath the surface.
And in the upper left corner, there's that single, almost imperceptible sliver of pale yellow. It’s not hope. It’s just the memory of what light once was, a distant star you can no longer reach. It’s a whisper of a forgotten connection, a cruel reminder of the vast distance between me and everyone else..Or is it Hope?
And in the upper left corner, there's that single, almost imperceptible sliver of pale yellow. It’s not hope. It’s just the memory of what light once was, a distant star you can no longer reach. It’s a whisper of a forgotten connection, a cruel reminder of the vast distance between me and everyone else..Or is it Hope?