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“A few hours ago I was your baby” sits in that strange emotional space between closeness and distance, where something still feels recent enough to touch even though it’s already changing shape. The title feels intimate, but also a little disoriented, like trying to process affection after it’s already started slipping away. The two rounded forms mirror each other without fully connecting. Inside them, the small layered circles almost feel cellular or memory-like, fragments collecting and repeating themselves. The muted grays, off-whites, and soft traces of color keep the painting quiet, but not empty. It feels reflective to me, like looking back at tenderness after enough time has passed for it to become softer around the edges.
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“A few hours ago I was your baby” sits in that strange emotional space between closeness and distance, where something still feels recent enough to touch even though it’s already changing shape. The title feels intimate, but also a little disoriented, like trying to process affection after it’s already started slipping away. The two rounded forms mirror each other without fully connecting. Inside them, the small layered circles almost feel cellular or memory-like, fragments collecting and repeating themselves. The muted grays, off-whites, and soft traces of color keep the painting quiet, but not empty. It feels reflective to me, like looking back at tenderness after enough time has passed for it to become softer around the edges.