SOULSINCOLLISION 6

Description

It feels scratched and tender at the same time: the diagonal grooves catch your gaze and pull it along, like fingers tracing an old scar. Drips run like small decisions left unfinished; the black outline holds everything in place, but only just — a gentle pressure you can sense in your chest.

It feels patient. It doesn’t shout; it breathes slowly, asks you to step closer, to listen to the tiny friction between paint and canvas. Close your eyes and you’ll hear a distant pulse — a room settling, a memory rubbing up against now. Hang it and the space will feel more alive, like an unfinished sentence finally given form.