Almost Steady

$400.00

“Sitting on the floor, I'd replay the past in my head. Funny, that's all I did, day after day after day for half a year, and I never tired of it. What I'd been through seemed so vast, with so many facets. Vast, but real, very real, which was why the experience persisted in towering before me, like a monument lit up at night. And the thing was, it was a monument to me.”
― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

Almost Steady is an 8x8 canvas shaped by the DSM 5 experience of PTSD, where intrusive memories, avoidance, and a hyper-alert nervous system color even the gentlest moments. A figure runs through warm forest light, her hair blurred in motion, her face hidden in shadow. She feels close to safety but never fully inside it.

A gold grid drawn from the circle of fifths stretches across the scene, its mirrored chords suggesting a body trying to return to regulation. The figure moves just outside that order, as if stability is visible but still out of reach. Small embroidered bursts interrupt the image like sensory intrusions, quick flashes that pull the mind back toward old danger.

The sunlight ahead offers the possibility of calm, yet she can only move toward it. Almost Steady becomes a portrait of longing for equilibrium while still carrying the imprint of flight, holding both the ache for safety and the quiet hope that one day the body may finally rest in the light.

“Sitting on the floor, I'd replay the past in my head. Funny, that's all I did, day after day after day for half a year, and I never tired of it. What I'd been through seemed so vast, with so many facets. Vast, but real, very real, which was why the experience persisted in towering before me, like a monument lit up at night. And the thing was, it was a monument to me.”
― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

Almost Steady is an 8x8 canvas shaped by the DSM 5 experience of PTSD, where intrusive memories, avoidance, and a hyper-alert nervous system color even the gentlest moments. A figure runs through warm forest light, her hair blurred in motion, her face hidden in shadow. She feels close to safety but never fully inside it.

A gold grid drawn from the circle of fifths stretches across the scene, its mirrored chords suggesting a body trying to return to regulation. The figure moves just outside that order, as if stability is visible but still out of reach. Small embroidered bursts interrupt the image like sensory intrusions, quick flashes that pull the mind back toward old danger.

The sunlight ahead offers the possibility of calm, yet she can only move toward it. Almost Steady becomes a portrait of longing for equilibrium while still carrying the imprint of flight, holding both the ache for safety and the quiet hope that one day the body may finally rest in the light.