It feels like the painting is testing me
how deep can I fall into the silence before the heat pulls me back up?
I let myself drift. Sometimes I feel calm, sometimes torn apart.
The center calls to me, but it also swallows me.
The circles that look so peaceful are really full of force and surrender.
And when I can’t look away anymore,
when my breathing starts to follow the rhythm of these invisible waves,
there comes a moment
the moment I feel that fire and stillness are the same thing.
That balance isn’t quiet or still,
but an endless flicker between breaking apart and becoming whole again.











