Original Painting | Holding On | Crossing: 3.1 | 100 x 100 cm Framing Option:White Oak Floating Framed (+3cm) (5.5cm depth) I was not painting a

I was not painting a place — I was painting the feeling of everything I trusted starting to wobble

The battle settles into understanding that impermanence creates the very conditions that make anything worth loving

Every tree leans toward something the seated body already knows but cannot name

The rocks don't move

Original Painting | Holding On | Crossing: 3.1 | 100 x 100 cm Framing Option:White Oak Floating Framed (+3cm) (5.5cm depth) I was not painting aTitle: Holding On Paradox: Holding everything in, calling it strength The Story I painted a sky that was too big for the land beneath it. The white masses gathered in the foreground like everything I was carrying but could not put down. I called it strength. I called it independence. I called it being fine. The painting knows what I did not that holding on is not the same as being strong. The Crossing Crossing 3. 1 Resistance via Holding Holding the