Medium: Ink, markers, and fine liners
When I first laid the lines for this piece, it wasn’t just an abstract experiment — it was a confession. A reflection of how life feels inside me most days: scattered, demanding, rarely seamless.
The intersecting lines are not random strokes — they are crossroads, like the ones I face daily when decisions clash, forcing me to pick one path while sacrificing another.
The rigid, angular shapes stand for responsibilities — deadlines, expectations, the duties I sometimes resent but cannot abandon. They are heavy, but they frame the structure of my days.
The circular forms soften the weight. They are reminders of love, of creativity, of the friendships and dreams that keep me from collapsing into routine.
And then, there are blank spaces. Empty, unanswered. The gaps that represent uncertainties I cannot explain — the moments of doubt, the questions that don’t yet have clarity.
I realize now this figure is me. And not just me — it is all of us.
We are workers balancing jobs and hidden passions.
We are children holding family expectations while trying to discover ourselves.
We are parents and siblings, fighting to provide yet aching to be seen.
Our lives are not perfect pictures. They are puzzles of fragments. And yet, when set into motion, when seen from the right distance, they still form a living whole.
Message
Wholeness is not perfection. It is the courage to live with fragments, and the grace to keep moving within them.
You're right, I like how you connect the fragments in life.
Thank you 🙏🏽..that’s exactly what i hoped to express..how that life isn’t seamless..but the fragments still weave into something whole..
Wow what a great piece. Visually it is really nice and your thoughts about it make it so great. Thank you for sharing it with us!