Threshold , 2014.

Mixed media on birch wood,

9 x 12 inches.

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About This Artwork: Sometimes I think of my heart like a rock. Sometimes it is transparent. Sometimes solid. At times, they are split into fragments. And at all time they try to cross a threshold.

ON the otherside is comfort, like a place where pillows lay and the smell of fresh candy is baking in the air. My great grandmother is there and she is ready to squeeze me so hard I won't be able to breathe anymore, but I won't need to breathe in this place. It's not a place where you need to think about your breath.