Neither Born, Nor Divided

This painting is not a confrontation. It is a convergence.

On one side stands a Draco,  unmistakable in form, unapologetically present. Skin is scaled, eyes grounded, presence dense with memory. There is no disguise, no flattery, no performance. She does not soften to be accepted. She simply is. And in her being, she reminds the viewer: truth does not ask permission to exist.

Opposite her, a Blue Being emerges;  more hesitant, almost spectral in comparison. Her expression is luminous, but layered with ache. She carries refinement, light, and distance. The kind of being who once stayed far from shadow, until now. There is an elegance to her posture, but not fragility. This is not fear. It is memory. A long-held grief of being misunderstood. A light dimmed not by darkness, but by exile.

Between them, a pure white seam divides the canvas. But it is not a wall. It is not separation. It is origin. This is the light they both come from; and, the light they will one day return to. It is not neutral. It is sacred. And it burns through illusion.

Look closer, and the white is not empty. There are faces pressed, suspended, emerging. Witnesses. Ancestors. Fractals of selves. They are not painted. They are revealed. As if the canvas itself could no longer hold the silence.

This piece began in a moment of not-knowing, painted in the space after tears, after doubt. The artist had cried, “I don’t know my purpose anymore.” And yet, from that very surrender, this emerged. Two beings, impossibly different in form, equally sacred in origin. One showing what she is made to do. The other showing what she is made of.

Even the border, black and shimmering,  holds meaning. It is the void they rose from. Not empty, but alive. A cosmic soil from which identity is grown.

This is not duality. It is not shadow versus light.

It is a portrait of what happens when the self remembers:
I was never just one thing.
I did not begin.
I cannot be split.

They are not enemies.
They are not even opposites.
They are mirrors of the same arrival.

Neither born, nor divided.
Only witnessed.
At last.