Nah… Bigger feels like the moment right before expansion.
The moment where your life gets too small for who you’re becoming.

There’s tension in this one, but also restraint. Like holding yourself back with one hand while the other is already reaching for more. The scratched surfaces, buried marks, and soft collisions of color feel half excavated and half emerging.

And that little “nah… bigger” tucked into the surface?
That’s the whole painting.

Not greed.
Not ego.

Just the quiet refusal to keep shrinking.