Stillwater - A silver skull rests in the quiet of night, its surface fractured by fine, deliberate cracks. These fissures are not marks of violence, but of living - lines that speak of difficulty, memory, and the silent weight of experience we all carry. From one of these openings, a thin stream of blood descends gently into a dark pond below. The red does not shock; it glows softly as it meets the water. Each drop creates widening ripples that travel outward, dissolving into the still surface. The disturbance is brief. The pond accepts everything without resistance. The work is not an image of fear, but of reconciliation. The skull becomes less a symbol of death and more a vessel of endurance - proof that what has been endured remains, yet no longer wounds in the same way. The blood is not horror; it is release. The water is not emptiness; it is understanding. In Stillwater, the past is not erased - it is absorbed. What once felt sharp and overwhelming settles, quiets, and becomes part of a larger calm. All that is gone, all that has hurt, all that has shaped us, eventually finds its way into still water.
Dimensions: 100 cm × 80 cm (unframed);  111 cm x 91cm (framed) 
Painting is sold framed
Medium: Oil on Canvas