Await My Dreams
I painted Await My Dreams after I decided to keep making art, even though I didn’t know where it would lead.
Once I made that decision, time began to stretch differently. There was no clear milestone, only repetition. Learning. Testing. Adjusting. Showing up again. Each step felt small on its own, sometimes barely visible.
While I was painting, I worked with layers of blue — different tones, different sizes of shapes, placed one by one. Some forms repeated. Some shifted. I wasn’t trying to move quickly or arrive at an image I could already see. I was responding to the act of continuing.
Gradually, the surface began to hold together. What felt fragmented started to form a quiet whole.
Await My Dreams came from that place — where effort accumulates, movement is steady, and the future is approached without being forced.
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