All that fire. All that chaos. All that glorious, unapologetic colour exploding across the horizon. And this little tauhou? She’s not running. She’s not frozen. She’s just standing there at the edge of it all, completely steady, eyes forward, absolutely ready. The waxeye carries the energy of new beginnings. Fresh eyes. A different angle. The kind of start that doesn’t arrive gently but lands with colour and heat and the unmistakable feeling that something significant is about to unfold. This is the painting for the ones stepping into a new chapter. Who have stood at the edge of something enormous and felt that mix of terror and excitement and just went anyway. Who know that the most alive moments happen right at the threshold, right before everything changes. The fire isn’t a warning. It’s a somar return invitation. Mixed media on canvas, 12 x 36 inches.
