Don’t Name Me Yet
This piece is still very much in a transition period—between identities. The base layers exude a sense of movement, but it’s a mystery whether the direction of this canvas is a beginning or a conclusion.
It almost feels like the painting is breathing in this suspended in-between phase, unsure whether it wants to stay raw or evolve into something more formed. There’s a feeling of fragmentation here — like different emotional “pieces” trying to reassemble, but not in a neat or obvious way.
This painting feels like becoming — not in the “birth” sense, but in the “reckoning” sense. It carries the energy of a thing that has been broken open and is deciding whether to rebuild itself the same way or completely different.
The painting is a messy, disastrous canvas of possibility, a testament to the fact that uncertainty is not a problem to be solved but a space to be explored, inviting the viewer to embrace the unknown.
It’s the visual equivalent of standing at a crossroads and realizing:
“I don’t have to go back the way I came. I could become something I’ve never been before.”
This painting isn’t lost. It’s just deep in the middle of telling its story. Essentially, it is a pretentious and articulate way of saying that I still have no idea what to do with this unfinished piece.
We shall see what becomes of this piece.
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