This painting I made reminds me so much of how it's supposed to feel at that one moment when you REALLY stop caring about what the other side has to say (and you used to so much). I guess you feel numb yet liberated, tired yet powerful at the same time. They call it the moment of clarity, the moment before you finally decide to leave the old and no longer useful behind. However, as for the moments of clarity, all I'm getting is moments.
Acrylic on canvas 55x40 cm.
