Being

Acrylic 

1900 x 1350 mm

Framed - Tray Frame included

She sits with her back turned to the noise of the world,a silhouette carved in shadows and memory, silent in her stillness— not absent, but deeply present in the space between thought and sky.

The birds drift across the canvas like whispers, each wingbeat pulling at the threads of something she once knew—freedom, perhaps, or the feeling of being untethered.

They aren’t just birds to her. They are pieces of a self she once scattered to survive.

Behind her, the brushstrokes are grey and fractured— a textured chaos she’s grown used to. But ahead, the light shifts. Amber warmth bleeds into the storm, tinged with the green of something living, something hopeful.

She doesn’t reach for the birds. She only watches— because right now, it’s enough to simply witness beauty without needing to hold it.

In her quiet gaze, there’s longing—yes— but also peace. She is no longer rushing to become. She is learning how to be.

And in that still moment, while the birds fly by, she feels free.