Because every dark period is, in truth, a preparation. Like the soil lying fallow, resting before its rebirth.

At first glance, this canvas was pure white.
But when I looked within, I couldn’t find myself in that whiteness.
Because at that time, my soul was neither bright nor clear…
It was dark.
It was quiet.
It was hiding somewhere deep inside.

I moved through life—carrying out daily routines,
clinging to my work, smiling, speaking—yet within me, there was a vast emptiness.
A darkness unspoken, unexpressed, flowing inward with no outlet.

This painting is the image of that withdrawal. A visual echo of my retreat from the outside world,
my solitude, and yet—also the quiet forming of an inner awareness.

Because every dark period is, in truth, a preparation. Like the soil lying fallow, resting before its rebirth.

Maybe at that time,
I didn’t know how to find my way out of the darkness.
But I was responding. The textures resisted—they cracked and pushed through—
silent expressions of what had been buried.

I didn’t speak during that time.
But this painting did.

This was the first quiet step inside the darkness—a journey inward, toward something I could not yet name.