Description

She is almost gone. A shape held in color, dissolving into black. There is no face, no name — just the trace of being. A body of sand and memory, touched once and left with a mark. The world around her doesn’t hold her in place — and maybe that’s the point. This is the moment before a thought disappears, before a memory slips. A painting about the pull to vanish, to escape time, to undo or glimpse what’s ahead. But in fading, she becomes part of everything. Present, past, and future held in one disappearing breath.

Acrylic on canvas
50 x 60 cm