This painting was created during a phase of deep connection, marked by longing and inner conflict.
It was a gift for someone I loved for many years – a person who touched me, shaped me, and accompanied me.
Our relationship was a journey of two wounded souls, close to each other, yet not always knowing how true closeness works.

I painted this piece with love – not only for him, but also for what connected us.
For what remained when words had run dry.
He found it too dark. I found it honest.

Today, we walk separate paths, and yet something remains – quiet, deep, capable of transformation.
It is a different kind of love. One that no longer demands, only feels.