"Break-Up" – The Moment Everything Shattered

She was once Ithil, Light of Dawn—radiant, full of warmth. But now, that light has dimmed.

Tears glisten on her cheeks, frozen in time, sculpted in resin—because some wounds don’t just fade. They linger. They etch themselves into our souls. I painted her in the moment where the weight of loss sinks in, where words are no longer needed, where silence is heavier than any goodbye.

Her sorrow is in the shadows under her eyes, in the way her lips tremble, in the way she holds herself—barely. I poured my heart into this piece, hoping you can feel not just the paint, but the pain.