2026-03 Dark side

This one is personal. My first real attempt at airbrushing — and I gave it to the person who deserved it most: my stepson. The heart emerges from a field of pure black, soft-edged and almost breathing, like something luminous trying to find its way through the dark. There's no noise here, no distraction — just that shape, and what it carries. The year 2025 sits quietly in the corner, a timestamp and a promise at once. Sometimes love doesn't shout. Sometimes it just glows, steady and sure, in the middle of all that darkness.