The End that Begins

Completion is not closure.The spiral turns, and the dark becomes a doorway. 9 stands at the final gate — the culmination of a cycle, the last inhale before rebirth. This work carries the frequency of endings that are secretly initiations. Saturated indigo and burnt ochre blend into a cosmic dusk, flecked with gold like scattered memory. The number 9, bold and soft-edged, rests like a glyph etched in time — a countdown, or perhaps an awakening. This piece holds the sacred melancholy of transition. It belongs to those who feel the tremor before the leap. 18"x24"  Acrylic, aerosol, oils on paper