Love is the moment between light and ash. It lives in the breath before the fire, in the tremor of fingertips. It’s born from collision, flares up, leaving traces on skin and in the air. It is always a little pain, a little miracle. Each match is a heart: until you strike it, you never know if it will warm you… or burn you.
__ Digital copy of a physical painting Oil on canvasboard 24x30cm by @Sashelka ©2025