So cold, it should break you.
So silent, it should freeze you.
Yet somewhere beneath it all a spark still burns.
The Story
There are times when life feels like ice.
Not the kind that shatters the kind that traps.
You see your dreams in the distance.
You whisper to yourself: “I’ll get there. I have to.”
But each step forward feels heavier.
Each word of hope starts to echo louder, colder until you do not know if you are moving forward or sinking deeper.
Frozen Hope was born from that place.
A time when I thought saying the words “I believe” would be enough.
But I was wrong.
Sometimes hope, when forced, becomes another layer of ice.
And facing that truth was one of the hardest things I have ever done.
The boy in this piece is me.
He is you.
He is anyone who has clung to a hope that was not helping and had to learn to let go of the lie to find the truth.
Why It Exists
This piece exists for anyone who knows that moment:
When hope starts to hurt more than help.
When you realize that wishing is not the same as walking.
Frozen Hope is not about giving up.
It is about learning the difference between false hope and real hope.
Real hope begins when you face where you truly are and take one honest step forward.
Even if it is on ice.
Even if it is trembling.
Even if it feels like the smallest spark against the cold.
Artist’s Note
I made this piece during one of the hardest winters inside my head.
I kept telling myself things would change if I just kept saying they would.
But words alone did not melt the ice around me.
What did?
Facing the truth.
Admitting where I was.
And taking one quiet step forward no promises, no big speeches just movement.
If this render finds you and you feel frozen right now know this:
You do not have to melt it all at once.
You just must keep your spark alive.
That is enough to start the thaw.