2025
40 × 30 × 1 inches · Acrylic on Canvas
In a field full of voices and conversations, a single dark statement finds its way inside. It travels through the body, spreading quietly, pushing other voices out of the mind and slowly making space for itself.
Among all the sounds that once existed, only the darkest one remains. It circles endlessly—repeating itself for a day, a week, a month, a year, sometimes longer.
The mind becomes an echo chamber where that one voice refuses to leave, looping again and again until it is interrupted—either by an even darker voice, or by silence brought through sedation, numbness, or simply being lost.