Familiar colors, unfamiliar current. Everything’s shifted, just slightly.

Something You Forgot to Say hums with withheld energy. Soft washes of gray, cream, and ochre stretch across the canvas, interrupted by sharper bursts of violet, yellow, and sage—like fleeting memories cutting through quiet. There’s vulnerability beneath the surface: warm tones brushing up against restraint, openness tangled with hesitation. It’s a visual confession—unfinished, unrehearsed, and more honest because of it.

36” x 72”, oil on canvas