Literature

We all carry things we do not share. This painting feels like a whisper kept in. The downward glance, the slightest reach of his arm. The painting has a dynamic vibrancy in all but the boy. Was this deliberate? Does this unconsciously draw us towards him? It is only his face that is slightly visible, are we seeing what he feels? Does this indicate something deeper from the artist or purely a construct? And does it matter? The result is all suggestive of something withheld, protected.

This is not about shame or isolation. It is about the interior spaces we all need. Where we rehearse, reflect, or simply rest.There is a quiet dignity in reticence, the kind Virginia Woolf alluded to when she wrote of,"the little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark."These figures seems to inhabit such a space: lit from within, but unlit to others. The painting does not intrude, nor does it decode. It respects the mystery. In a world that so often demands visibility, In Secret gives value to the unseen, to the sacredness of one's inner life, held gently out of reach.