Fog and Clarity

Today I painted something that feels like a quiet shift.

Not loud, not revolutionary. But noticeable.

It’s not an animal with a human gaze, not an ironic play with form and expression.

It’s a woman in a black dress, barefoot, standing on a rock, her face turned toward the horizon.

A homage to Caspar David Friedrich, yes.

But also a step away from his melancholy.

Because my fog is full of color.

I’ve drenched it in shades of hope, departure, longing, and a hint of defiance.

And the woman? She isn’t waiting to be saved. She isn’t even searching.

She is present. She stands. She remains. She observes.

Maybe she’s looking for a sign.

Maybe she is the sign.

I've never painted like this.

Maybe it has to do with a sentence I heard recently:

“There’s more in you.”

I wanted to see if it was true.

I wanted to step away from what I usually paint and instead touch something that lies a little deeper.

It’s part of a path where I’m learning that artistic expression doesn’t always have to feel comfortable.

Sometimes it even feels wrong ...simply because it brushes up against something real.

Maybe sometimes we need a bit of fog

to realize we were the color all along.