Description
This piece captures a woman lost in a sea of thoughts—some delicate like butterflies, others loud like echoes. They’re not linear or tidy, just drifting through her like passing clouds. Words with no sentence, ideas with no destination.
Rendered in a cubist, modern abstract form, the painting strips her down to pure feeling—sharp edges, bold colors, and minimal lines speak what can’t be spoken. Each shape and shade hints at a moment, a memory, a thought too quick to hold.
She isn’t lost—she’s simply drifting.
And maybe that’s okay.
