My Soul Died on the Day We Met…

This painting tells the story of an excavation— an unearthing of a memory I had tried to bury. The coarse sand texture is the ground of our past; as I sift through it, the hidden contours of what we built together are painfully revealed.

Rising from this emotional landscape are two structures, standing apart. Between them, I placed delicate bubbles, caught mid-breath. They are just like our relationship (used to be): fragile, beautiful, and utterly vulnerable ideas of “us” that we created— each one a perfect shimmering dream that could pop and vanish at any moment.

There are countless connections we tried to make, the pathways of conversation and intimacy that reached out, seeking understanding. But look where they lead: some of them fray, slacken, and drift apart into space, mapping the divergent futures.

It is the map of a connection that was both profoundly constructed yet heartbreakingly fragile, destined for an end I never saw coming on that first, luminous day when we met.