INTROSPECTION 
The Flow of Life is a meditation on solitude, time, and the quiet yearning that lingers in the spaces between. 
As I painted, I felt the movement of the river take shape—its winding path mirroring the unpredictable journey of life. 
The colors blended into one another, like moments flowing seamlessly from past to present, carrying whispers of both longing and acceptance.
The lone figure stands at the edge, gazing toward the horizon where the sun either rises or sets. 
That ambiguity is intentional - because life itself exists in that in-between state, where beginnings and endings blur. 
He has lit a fire at his feet, it's small, a fragile ember of warmth and memory, a contrast to the vastness before him. 
Yet, he does not turn back. 
He simply watches, lost in the quiet pull of something unseen.
This painting is not about loneliness but about the kind of solitude that allows us to listen—to the river, to the wind, to the stories the world tells when we finally stand still. 
It is about embracing the flow of life, even when we do not know where the current will lead.