Between Silence and Truth
Tonight I just wanted to create, without knowing what.
My thoughts kept returning to the world, to everything we are seeing and feeling.
So I let the work lead.
A face that sees, but cannot speak.
A wound running through the centre.
A wing hovering … holding both power and unrest.
And a fragile olive branch, reaching for peace, not quite strong enough to heal.
This piece came from that space between silence and truth …
where everything is felt, but not always spoken.