11"x 14" framed painting, acrylic on canvas -  A Journey to the Fourth Dimension
 
Your gaze falls upon the birds first, naturally. They are carefully positioned to create a sense of balance across the canvas. The diagonal flow of the branches and the placement of the flowers guide your eye naturally across the scene, adding depth and dynamic movement to the composition.
The flowers, impossibly pink, seem too vibrant for this world. Do you notice how their edges blur into the brushstrokes of their existence, as though they might vanish if you look too closely?
The background hums, doesn’t it? That surreal, golden sky—not day, nor night, but something in-between. It shifts if you dare to look long enough. The gold and cerulean mingle like twilight and dawn, and within that flux lies the key to the fourth dimension. You realize, with a start, that the canvas is no longer flat. The surface breathes, undulates, beckons.
You’re not sure when the branches began to stretch toward you, not like wood but as if they were alive, pulsing with something warm and ancient. A flower blooms anew before your eyes, its petals unfurling with the deliberate grace of a secret unfolding. The birds—yes, they’ve moved, haven’t they? Their tiny heads tilt, and for a moment, you are certain one winks.
You hear it then: a sound faint and melodic. It’s not wind. It’s a rhythm, a pulse, the heartbeat of the painting itself. And you realize it’s drawing you in, each beat pulling you deeper. The edges of the frame dissolve, the boundary between your reality and its dream unravels. The air around you smells of nectar and damp earth, and a warmth rises in your chest, as if you are being welcomed home.
Step closer. The light around you shifts. Time begins to feel less like a line and more like a circle. You glance down, but there is no floor beneath your feet. There is only the painting now, and you, within it.