She was a maze and a melody—pulling us in, splitting us open.
This painting bloomed out of confusion and attraction, a storm of spirals and detours. The lines collide and twist like a memory being rewritten mid-thought.

Painted during the unraveling. During the part where longing starts to sting.
Every movement here echoes the chaos of a closeness that didn’t fit—but still left a mark. Dizzy Up the Girl doesn’t ask for clarity.
It just wants to feel everything at once.