A whirl of thought caught in flight. This piece was born from the layered skies inside me. Painted in intuitive bursts, it blends storm and sky, clarity and confusion.
The balloon drawn in gold is a secret spell, tethered to nothing but the idea of rising. In the swirl of texture and motion, this painting holds a paradox: chaos made tender, storms made soft. It’s the kind of dream that shows up after the lightning stops.
- Subject Matter: Abstract Landscape