This one fought me.
I was searching the Flower of Life for a shape that was almost impossible to find through all the noise, and bending straight lines to create the illusion of curves. It reminded me of trying to fit into a world that wasn't designed for me. The shape kept coming out rigid and confined. At one point I realised I was almost drawing a cage. My energy felt heavy, and I had to walk away, completely drained.
I chose not to fix it. I left it exactly as it is, with the faint circles still showing beneath, as a record of the struggle and the moment I stopped forcing.
It holds that energy: the freedom of no longer trying to fit.
Original painting on wood panel · 15 × 15 cm · 2026 · One of a kind
This one fought me.
I was searching the Flower of Life for a shape that was almost impossible to find through all the noise, and bending straight lines to create the illusion of curves. It reminded me of trying to fit into a world that wasn't designed for me. The shape kept coming out rigid and confined. At one point I realised I was almost drawing a cage. My energy felt heavy, and I had to walk away, completely drained.
I chose not to fix it. I left it exactly as it is, with the faint circles still showing beneath, as a record of the struggle and the moment I stopped forcing.
It holds that energy: the freedom of no longer trying to fit.
Original painting on wood panel · 15 × 15 cm · 2026 · One of a kind
