Depth of None

This piece didn’t arrive with a message. It didn’t even knock. Depth of None is what happens when you stop trying to say something and just let your hands move. It’s not born from a concept—it’s born from a need to quiet the static.

This is the rare mental silence that shows up only when you’re elbow-deep in paint and no one’s watching. No pressure. No metaphor. Just presence. It’s not empty—it’s vast.

The composition feels like structure is trying to form but keeps slipping into something looser, deeper, softer. A red thought. A blue breath. A yellow moment you didn’t expect to show up. It’s all in there, not fighting—just coexisting.

This piece doesn’t shout, and it doesn’t solve. It just holds space. Which, honestly, might be the most generous thing art can do.