Silent Parallel

Silent Parallel, Size H9xW12D1.5, Acrylic on Canvas

I once stood by an old house near a set of train tracks. Nothing moved. No train. No wind. Just two things; One built to leave, the other built to wait.

That moment stayed with me.

This painting is about near-misses. The ache of almost; Between people, between choices, between who we are and who we were meant to be. Not quite loneliness. More like presque. Almost.

We stall. We overthink. We tell ourselves it’s timing, not fear. But eventually, the space between becomes permanent. Quiet, unfinished, a truth we never chose but somehow live with.

The tracks is motion. The house a memory. One escapes. The other stays.

Silent Parallel asks: What if the real sadness isn’t that our paths never crossed, but that they were once so close?