Melting Point
[ A self portrait ]
Watercolor on Bristol
18.5” x 29.5”
A vibrant palette masks a deeper reflection on impermanence and the quiet fear of time slipping away. The melting ice cream in hand becomes a metaphor for the self—softly dissolving, untouchable, yet desperately held onto. I find myself weaving a thread to mend time together but to no avail. A painted smile conceals the ache of inevitability, a façade worn for comfort and survival. Dripping off the page, the figure surrenders to time’s pace—unstoppable, indifferent. Yet amid the erosion, flowers bloom. Fragile but persistent, they speak to resilience: the quiet beauty of growth even in the face of loss. Melting Point captures the tension between fleeting existence and the will to flourish. Even fear can feed a garden.