Not every work arrives with a destination. Some are just the wind moving through — picking up color, leaving traces, not asking permission. This one was that. An open hand instead of a fist. A window instead of a door. Some songs name the feeling before you find the words. This painting arrived the same way.
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18 × 24 in — Mixed media on canvas — Active Collection
Not every work arrives with a destination. Some are just the wind moving through — picking up color, leaving traces, not asking permission. This one was that. An open hand instead of a fist. A window instead of a door. Some songs name the feeling before you find the words. This painting arrived the same way.
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18 × 24 in — Mixed media on canvas — Active Collection