Layers of movement and interruption converge into a singular path of focus.

Accompanied with Original Poem

Tunnel Vision
In a realm where colors blend and fuse,
A quiet pull begins.

Amidst the grandeur of mountains and sky,
two dark forms hold the gaze; portals perhaps
to something just beyond knowing.

Blues and greens move in soft tension,
expanding, dissolving
while a trace of white drifts like breath across the surface.

Everything flows,
yet everything narrows.

A landscape,
or a passage.

A place where sight gives way to something deeper, and this
mind is invited to follow.