Weltschmerz

20 x 40 cm
Acrylic/Quill on Canvas
 
I think of the quiet heaviness that sits between what is and what could be.
Faces emerge and dissolve, each carrying the weight of longing—a chorus of what the world could be, fractured by what it is.
 
Without the ache, there is no beauty; without the fracture, no light escapes. In this tension we live—layered, imperfect, yet endlessly human.