The Triangle

White light has no colour. It contains all of them. Pass it through a prism and it splits — red, orange, yellow, green, blue, violet — the full spectrum revealed by a single geometric shape. This piece didn't begin with that idea. It began with feeling, with movement, with the instinct to fill a page. The triangle appeared. The colours followed. Only afterward came the recognition: this is what light does.

The version presented here is not the original. After finishing the piece by hand, the colours were digitally inverted — darks becoming light, lights becoming dark, the whole composition shifting into something that felt truer to the concept than the original ever did. Sometimes a drawing isn't finished when the pen is put down. Sometimes it takes one more step to show you what it was always trying to be.