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feels like being caught in a slow, unraveling spiral—grasping for something solid, but only finding water slipping through your fingers. It’s the weight of inevitability, the quiet drag of things falling apart in fragments too small to catch. The world moves on above, steady and indifferent, while you are pulled lower, drawn into the quiet hum of disappearing.
32 × 24” charcoal, acrylic on wood 2025
feels like being caught in a slow, unraveling spiral—grasping for something solid, but only finding water slipping through your fingers. It’s the weight of inevitability, the quiet drag of things falling apart in fragments too small to catch. The world moves on above, steady and indifferent, while you are pulled lower, drawn into the quiet hum of disappearing.
32 × 24” charcoal, acrylic on wood 2025