In my own flow

Somewhere between the unseen and the deeply felt, she moves. Not forward, not away — just into. 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 not searching. She’s remembering.

There’s softness in her form, carried by something not seen but sensed — like distant music shaping each movement, like a melody that doesn’t play aloud but is somehow always present. She moves because it calls to her, not with instructions, but with feeling — and everything around seems to move with her, in quiet 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