THRIST

This is a confession, feverish and painful, peering into the darkest recesses of the human soul.

Here is revealed a scene of unbearable, scarcely possible union — a weaving together of bodies and souls, yet not in passion, but in some incomprehensible, silent cry.

There is no tenderness here, only a burning, torturous longing to dissolve into another, to escape one’s own unbearable existence, from that darkness that dwells within each of us.

There is only this all-consuming thirst to disappear.

This painting, like a distorted mirror, reflects this struggle, this inner discord that gnaws at the heart of everyone who yearns for closeness and yet fears it. It is a fervent desire to silence one’s own torments in the presence of another — but does it not bring even greater suffering?

So look upon it, and do not fear to gaze into your own darkness, your pain, your endless solitude. For in accepting them, you may find a sliver of peace, perhaps tinged with sadness, yet truly your own — a peace that depends on no one and nothing but yourself.