Ice Water

This is what calm looks like when it’s barely holding it together. Ice Water isn’t peaceful in the way a meditation app promises—it’s the kind of peace that comes after the crying stops and you’re too tired to pretend.

Painted like a memory you’re not sure is real, this piece floats between storm and stillness. It’s a moment of clarity that burns a little going down. The title? A nod to that slap of cold truth—the kind that wakes you up, not gently, but effectively.

There’s something cleansing here. Something cracked open and rinsed out. You can almost hear the silence between the waves. It doesn’t ask for attention. It just is.

This isn’t the drama of healing or the chaos of collapse. It’s the in-between. The float. The beautiful numb.

Pour a glass. Let it hit your chest.