In my own flow

Somewhere between the unseen and the deeply felt, she moves into whatever this moment needs to be. There are no outlines here. No fixed sky, no floor to return to. Only space that responds — holding, echoing, allowing. She’s remembering. There’s softness in her form, carried by something that is sensed — like distant music shaping each movement, like a melody that is always present. She moves because it calls to her with feeling — and everything around seems to move with her, in agreement.

It’s a soft unfolding — a way of being that doesn’t ask to be understood, only witnessed. Nothing is incomplete here. Nothing needs to arrive. What exists is already enough.

Original Painting

Medium : acrylics on canvas

Size - 16x20 inches