Thought Box

Acrylic, Colored Pencil

I didn’t think outside the box—I opened mine.
What if instead of escaping our minds, we invite others in?
To see, to sit, to feel the chaos and clarity that live here.
My thought box isn’t a prison—it’s a portal.

Reflections:

This piece began as a drawing that appeared without conscious thought — my hand moved before my mind caught up. On canvas, it grew into a meditation on thought, containment, and escape. The storm on the right spills from the “box,” a nod to the cliché of thinking outside it — but have you ever been inside mine? It’s a hard place to leave. The words written across the figure ask: “Do you wish for thoughts like a dream?” — an invitation, or a haunting.