Mental Health: “Where the sky ends”

He sits on the edge - not of an abyss, but of a thought. In a spacesuit that once protected him from the void, and with wings like fragments of hope, he holds a dandelion - a tiny universe ready to crumble from one breath. This moment is timeless. Between a sigh and a word. Between “was” and “will be”. Below is the city. Above is infinity. And he is in the middle, vulnerable and beautiful, like all of us when we are alone with ourselves. This is not just a painting. It is an invitation to remember that inside each of us lives an astronaut, a poet, a wanderer and a child. It will not tell you what to do. But it will remind you - it is not too late to dream. Never. This is a painting about those who feel too deeply. About those who dream, even if the world has long since become cynical. For anyone who has ever looked at the stars and thought, “What if?” Allow yourself to stop. Breathe. Wish. Dream. Remember. Remember, your dreams are alive.

“I’m you. We all sit on the edge sometimes.”