She isn’t sleeping. She’s remembering.
With her eyes closed, she reaches into the stillness—
not to find time, but to feel it dissolve.
The clock underwater keeps ticking,
but here, in this dream, nothing rushes.
Only memory blooms.
This piece is a reflection of how we try to hold on—
to moments, to beauty, to what we’ve lost.
Even as it sinks, it still glows.
Medium: Oil on canvas
Dimensions: 60 × 90 cm
Year: 2025
She isn’t sleeping. She’s remembering.
With her eyes closed, she reaches into the stillness—
not to find time, but to feel it dissolve.
The clock underwater keeps ticking,
but here, in this dream, nothing rushes.
Only memory blooms.
This piece is a reflection of how we try to hold on—
to moments, to beauty, to what we’ve lost.
Even as it sinks, it still glows.
Medium: Oil on canvas
Dimensions: 60 × 90 cm
Year: 2025