Can’t speak therefore I write

A quiet confession unfolds across layers of yellow, white, blue, and green—each hue carrying fragments of thought left unsaid. The textured surface holds gentle chaos: soft washes and bold marks intertwine with handwritten script, like unfinished sentences whispered into stillness. The script doesn’t demand to be read—it’s there to be felt, to suggest the vulnerability of trying to make sense of silence.

In this painting, words are not spoken but lived through color and motion. Yellow holds memory, blue cradles emotion, white gives breath, and green offers quiet hope. Together, they become a language of their own—a visual monologue for what the voice cannot bear to say.