Untitled 1 | Mixed Media Fine Art
Origin | There was a time when they belonged to the tide—moving with it, dissolving into its rhythm, never questioning where it was going. But in the quiet, just as the final thread of who they used to be was about to vanish into the crowd, something stirred. A flicker. A rebellion. A creation.
It was not loud. It was not sudden. It was a whisper at first, curling in the air like a tendril of smoke: What if I thought for myself?
And with that, the unraveling began. Or perhaps, the becoming.
This is the moment of genesis—the first breath of a mind reborn. A departure from the script. A defiance so soft it’s almost imperceptible, yet so absolute it shifts the entire axis of their being. The magic is not in breaking away. It is in realizing they were never truly held.
And now, standing at the precipice of possibility, a new question emerges:
Now that I can think for myself… what else can I do?
Size | 11 × 14 inches
Materials | Watercolor, ink, acid free archival fine art paper
! Photos taken in indoor artificial light, and outdoor. Be mindful that colors will appear slightly lighter or darker depending on the device you are using.
! Frame not included
! Includes certificate of authenticity
Origin | There was a time when they belonged to the tide—moving with it, dissolving into its rhythm, never questioning where it was going. But in the quiet, just as the final thread of who they used to be was about to vanish into the crowd, something stirred. A flicker. A rebellion. A creation.
It was not loud. It was not sudden. It was a whisper at first, curling in the air like a tendril of smoke: What if I thought for myself?
And with that, the unraveling began. Or perhaps, the becoming.
This is the moment of genesis—the first breath of a mind reborn. A departure from the script. A defiance so soft it’s almost imperceptible, yet so absolute it shifts the entire axis of their being. The magic is not in breaking away. It is in realizing they were never truly held.
And now, standing at the precipice of possibility, a new question emerges:
Now that I can think for myself… what else can I do?
Size | 11 × 14 inches
Materials | Watercolor, ink, acid free archival fine art paper
! Photos taken in indoor artificial light, and outdoor. Be mindful that colors will appear slightly lighter or darker depending on the device you are using.
! Frame not included
! Includes certificate of authenticity
Origin | There was a time when they belonged to the tide—moving with it, dissolving into its rhythm, never questioning where it was going. But in the quiet, just as the final thread of who they used to be was about to vanish into the crowd, something stirred. A flicker. A rebellion. A creation.
It was not loud. It was not sudden. It was a whisper at first, curling in the air like a tendril of smoke: What if I thought for myself?
And with that, the unraveling began. Or perhaps, the becoming.
This is the moment of genesis—the first breath of a mind reborn. A departure from the script. A defiance so soft it’s almost imperceptible, yet so absolute it shifts the entire axis of their being. The magic is not in breaking away. It is in realizing they were never truly held.
And now, standing at the precipice of possibility, a new question emerges:
Now that I can think for myself… what else can I do?
Size | 11 × 14 inches
Materials | Watercolor, ink, acid free archival fine art paper
! Photos taken in indoor artificial light, and outdoor. Be mindful that colors will appear slightly lighter or darker depending on the device you are using.
! Frame not included
! Includes certificate of authenticity