Flying Through

Some moments dont arrive or leave - they just fly past. Barely touching. Leaving only a pink haze and the feeling that something important was just here. Soft pink is tenderness without a name. Grey is what remains after. Red strokes are the second when you actually managed to feel it.

"Flying Through" is about everything we cant hold onto. About lightness that isnt really lightness - its letting go.

Acrylic on canvas. Original artwork.