Some seasons feel like standing on an edge, waiting for something to crack or give. Stuck in the in-between, where nothing moves - until it does. This piece is called 'Ledges'. It was born from the stillness, pulled from the weight.

I worked even when the spark was gone. Covered canvas after canvas, painting over what felt empty, what didn't land. Over and over, until finally, something broke through. Sometimes, the only way forward is to keep moving, even when you can't see where it leads.