Within the depths of darkness, a subtle fire whispers.
It does not roar, it does not boast,
nor seek the eye with violence,
yet its presence lingers.
In the fractured textures of shadow,
the hush of darkness burns with patience,
half-seen, half-remembered,
like a secret the night refuses.
Here, silence itself becomes fire.
A flame that does not burn the world,
but the soul.
It smolders in stillness,
drawing us closer,
inviting us to lean into mystery,
to feel the heat of what cannot be spoken.
materials used was:
Miniature canvas
Acrylic paint
Pallette
Pallette knife
Board
Tape
Glue
primer.
Progress shots
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