In Aporia, the human spirit stands at the trembling edge between who we were taught to be and who the world demands we become. It is the silent crossroads where innocence wrestles with survival, and the conscience—buried yet unbroken—whispers through the fractures of a fractured age.
The painting captures a moment of haunting pause, a sacred dissonance: when kindness, truth, and empathy feel out of place, yet refuse to die. Here, the colors carry both rebellion and hope. They reveal that every deception learned, every mask worn, is only a temporary shelter from the deeper truth pulsing beneath.
Aporia is the riddle of being human—lost, questioning, divided—yet still capable of awakening. In this suspended uncertainty, a quiet revolution begins. The inner light waits, gathering strength, preparing to lead us back to the humanity we were always meant to inhabit.
