The absence of what remains.
Have you ever had a thought arrive out of nowhere, sudden, bright, yet kind of hidden, and so fragile you’re afraid you might lose it forever. That’s the moment this painting holds.
In the centre, a calm blue space carries the nucleus of an idea, glowing and still. Around it, the border burns, fiery reds, heavy blacks, the storm of doubt.
The beauty is in the tension. Ideas don’t rise from silence alone. They push through chaos, they wrestle with pressure, and for one fleeting instant, they shine.
This piece is a reminder that even when the world feels overwhelming, clarity finds its way to the surface.
In the centre, a calm blue space carries the nucleus of an idea, glowing and still. Around it, the border burns, fiery reds, heavy blacks, the storm of doubt.
The beauty is in the tension. Ideas don’t rise from silence alone. They push through chaos, they wrestle with pressure, and for one fleeting instant, they shine.
This piece is a reminder that even when the world feels overwhelming, clarity finds its way to the surface.