We walk the line, balancing between light and dark, past and future, the weight of it all pressing against time itself. The good times slip through our fingers like sand, the hard times carve themselves into stone. Still, we evolve—shaped by experience, pulled forward by change. The exit is always ahead, but maybe it was never the point. Maybe it was always about the space between the lines.
Exhibited at the 'Time To Be Happy Gallery' Artist Residency, February 2025
