Ma tete tourne

The acrylic tondo pulsates with warmth, a radiant core drawing the eye inward. Two figures emerge: one submerged in a tearful slumber beneath a cool blue current, the other bathed in the golden light above, a wisp of smoke curling into the air. This captivating scene speaks of a profound connection, an intersection where contrasting worlds converge. Though their paths may diverge, a powerful energy binds them, a fleeting moment of shared luminescence. Sometimes, two opposing sides of me meet in agreement, util they don’t again.