This one feels like coming home to myself.
After the movement and uncertainty of the previous pieces, there’s a quiet settling. The colour isn’t searching anymore - it’s belonging.
To me, this speaks of integration - the kind that doesn’t erase what’s been, but gathers it. The wild, the waiting, the forming - all woven into something quietly strong.
Not perfect or polished - just whole.
Acrylic on Canvas
900mm x 900 mm
This one feels like coming home to myself.
After the movement and uncertainty of the previous pieces, there’s a quiet settling. The colour isn’t searching anymore - it’s belonging.
To me, this speaks of integration - the kind that doesn’t erase what’s been, but gathers it. The wild, the waiting, the forming - all woven into something quietly strong.
Not perfect or polished - just whole.
Acrylic on Canvas
900mm x 900 mm
