Awe

Acrylic and lacquer on stretched canvas.

48x36x1.50"

This painting isn’t about beauty.
It’s about the gasp before it.
That gut-flash when instinct takes over: raw, wild, older than words.

Trypillian symbols flicker through the surface.
Not decoration, but a pulse.
A memory your body keeps even when your mind forgets.

The lines don’t behave.
They spill, shake, breathe.

This is where control slips.
Where awe enters.

Not as feeling.
As force.