I Sat With the Silence Until It Knew My Name

Some silence isn’t empty. It’s full of everything you couldn’t say. 

This piece holds the slow burn of presence, when grief stops screaming and starts whispering.

He doesn’t cry. He doesn’t speak. He listens. And in listening, he breaks.

Hang it where the quiet gets too loud.

Limited Release Tier

Signed, time-limited run. Once it’s gone, it stays gone.
Digitally created, with visual texture like a scream held too long.

 Every Order Includes

• Certificate of Authenticity

• Companion Reflection Journal

Emotional Theme: Silence / Weight

Stillness as aftermath. This canvas holds the echo of what was never said and won’t go away.

Three sizes. Each one hits the same, just louder or closer.