2025. Oil on canvas. 18″ x 24″ (46 cm. x 61 cm.)
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I aimed for the coldest shade of blue possible. I added sunflowers’ golden flames—symbols of warmth and hope—to show that even their light is an illusion. Hope feels real in those warm hues, but ultimately it’s as futile as the cold around them.
This morning, I realized calmness from a blue-painted room doesn’t last. The mind adjusts to its emptiness, and old anxieties creep back. Just like how the sunflower’s yellow warmth? It fades too. Both colors are tricks of the mind—ideas we cling to but can never truly hold.
The only real warmth was in your heartbeat. In every pulse, it lived. I miss it.
