Isolation

The color palette plays a quiet psychological trick. The green is not fresh, not vibrant—it is subdued, almost hushed, as if drained of narrative or urgency. It lingers between serenity and melancholy, offering no firm resolution. Against this muted expanse, the small red-brown boat becomes a poignant figure. Its weight, its reflection, its slightly angled posture—all imply life, but a life paused, suspended.

And yet, there is a curious dignity in the stillness. The boat does not cry out, it does not sink—it floats. It waits. It belongs neither fully to motion nor to stasis, but to something in between, where time has become viscous and thought turns inward.

Isolation/ Acrylic ink/ 21 x 15 cm