Where I Met Your Mother
Two abstract figures—a man and a woman—stand on an unstable yet thrilling surface, capturing the moment where their paths first crossed. This painting tells the story of the night I met the father of my child at a lively student party in a slanted attic. The floor beneath us swayed with the music, and I felt it shift under my feet—a silent warning. Not long after I left, the entire floor collapsed. A night of energy, chance, and near disaster—one that remained unforgettable.