* painting as a window *
my haunted pencil does not just carve shapes onto paper
it scratches at the veil between realities
the liminal
revealing glimpses of what lies beyond
its lines form the frame of the window
the perspective of the unseen
the depth of something both known and unknowable
with each stroke
it does not merely create—it summons
calling forth the half-remembered
the almost-seen
the ghosts of places that exist just at the edges of your perception
the endless path
of
the in_between
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