Every creative act begins not with clarity, but with a flicker in the corner of consciousness. A half-seen image, a feeling without language. For this painting, it began with a single closed eye —just a gesture in the upper corner of the canvas. Not literal. More a presence than a shape, the suggestion of something turned inward. The sensation of something watching from within. The creative mind, ever fluid, ever playful, asks: What if the closed eye became the moon? Suddenly