How Is It The Clouds Still Hang On You? | 24x48 | acrylic
There is light in this painting, slivers of optimism and hope underneath an overcast sky of deleted pictures and unreturned calls. Layer after layer of white moves like a sky trying to clear, while darker gestures beneath refuse to disappear. The texture isn’t decorative; it’s accumulated. The quote asks a question we rarely dare say aloud: if time has passed, why hasn't the heaviness?
