Acrylic, rose pigment, and gold leaf on canvas
2025
121.9 x 233.7 cm 48 x 92 in.
A reflection on self-politics and the weight of choice, this piece contemplates how disassociation allows us to witness our lives as a series of impermanent, converging decisions.
— The Shape of Conviction —
No one arrives untouched.
We inherit names before identity,
belief before curiosity,
answers before questions.
Then spend the rest of life mistaking borrowed certainty for personal truth.
Every choice feels free
until its roots are uncovered.
The teacher.
The wound.
The applause.
The rejection.
The invisible hands that quietly sculpt conviction while calling it character.
Perhaps the greatest illusion is not judgment,
but believing it belongs to us at all.
The soul does not travel in straight lines.
It circles through loss, temptation, grace and consequence,
collecting scars mistaken for failures,
and wisdom mistaken for chance.
Perhaps judgment is humanity's greatest illusion.
For no eye has ever seen the whole painting,
only the brushstroke
it happened to arrive before.
And when the final canvas is complete,
it will not ask who was right.
Only who dared to look long enough
to see themselves.
Acrylic, rose pigment, and gold leaf on canvas
2025
121.9 x 233.7 cm 48 x 92 in.
A reflection on self-politics and the weight of choice, this piece contemplates how disassociation allows us to witness our lives as a series of impermanent, converging decisions.
— The Shape of Conviction —
No one arrives untouched.
We inherit names before identity,
belief before curiosity,
answers before questions.
Then spend the rest of life mistaking borrowed certainty for personal truth.
Every choice feels free
until its roots are uncovered.
The teacher.
The wound.
The applause.
The rejection.
The invisible hands that quietly sculpt conviction while calling it character.
Perhaps the greatest illusion is not judgment,
but believing it belongs to us at all.
The soul does not travel in straight lines.
It circles through loss, temptation, grace and consequence,
collecting scars mistaken for failures,
and wisdom mistaken for chance.
Perhaps judgment is humanity's greatest illusion.
For no eye has ever seen the whole painting,
only the brushstroke
it happened to arrive before.
And when the final canvas is complete,
it will not ask who was right.
Only who dared to look long enough
to see themselves.
