Hand Painting: Threshold

Every form here is caught mid-becoming. not yet what it will be, not anymore what it was. The body holds its tension like a secret, pressing inward before it learns to open. This is the layer beneath patience, where waiting has its own pulse, and pain is just the shape of a wing still folded.

“A piece from the days I was becoming something new”

Acrylic on Cardboard
Dimensions: 24 x 29 cm