Her eyes are heavy with something unsaid – pain, maybe, or a memory she can’t quite let go of. Her skin, grey like stone, feels eternal, carved by something older than time. It’s not sadness exactly, but a kind of quiet reckoning, like she’s already seen what’s waiting on the other side and is still deciding what to make of it. The Other Side feels cold, like touching marble in a silent room. It’s about what lingers – the questions, the doubts, the scars we carry. 
 
Acrylic on streched canvas
2021 (London, United Kingdom)
30 x 40 cm