Medium: Oil on canvas
Dimensions: 24 x 36 x 0 inches (width x height x depth)
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At first your eyes are pulled straight to the white figure who sits alone with his head bowed. Everything around him feels loud, urgent and vibrant. But look closely, you begin to notice how the figure has no face no features, he’s a blank canvas of a human. And that the colorful vibrant blocks aren’t solid buildings at all, they are moments in a journey. Some are bright and hopeful, others swallowed by black shadows. Yet he sits in the midst of it all not off it. And that’s when you realize how We’ve been taught that growth should be clear, 
step by step, forward, visible. But most times, it isn’t. It feels like this; scattered, uncertain, incomplete. Sitting in the middle of everything you’ve been through
 and everything you’re trying to become. Progress isn’t always loud.
 Sometimes, it’s just not giving up.
At first your eyes are pulled straight to the white figure who sits alone with his head bowed. Everything around him feels loud, urgent and vibrant. But look closely, you begin to notice how the figure has no face no features, he’s a blank canvas of a human. And that the colorful vibrant blocks aren’t solid buildings at all, they are moments in a journey. Some are bright and hopeful, others swallowed by black shadows. Yet he sits in the midst of it all not off it. And that’s when you realize how We’ve been taught that growth should be clear, 
step by step, forward, visible. But most times, it isn’t. It feels like this; scattered, uncertain, incomplete. Sitting in the middle of everything you’ve been through
 and everything you’re trying to become. Progress isn’t always loud.
 Sometimes, it’s just not giving up.
