Not Escape.
Just More.
I titled this painting Escape because that’s what it felt like, at first.
A yearning. A pull. A quiet ache to be somewhere else—somewhere the salt clings to your skin and the air reminds you that you’re still alive. Somewhere wide and wild and blue.
Every time I look at it, I still feel that tug.
But lately, I’ve been asking myself: Escape from what…