A storm remembered, a storm remade. Threshold lives in the in-between — storm and light, memory and remake, paint and pixel.
Threshold began with a return: a storm I had already rendered in digital, carried into acrylic to see how it might live in paint. The brush gave the sky weight, the shadows grit, the light a raw, physical presence. What had once been luminous on screen became textured and restless on canvas.
And then, almost inevitably, I crossed back again — from paint into digital. The acrylic version became its own doorway, reshaped and reimagined in pixels. This new Threshold did not erase the first storm, or even outshine it; instead, it revealed another mood, another edge. One storm remembered, another storm remade.
With Threshold, I stepped into a strange loop: digital into paint, paint back into digital. It reminded me that movement between mediums isn’t linear. Each crossing forward is also a return, and each return alters the memory of where I began. The tension between storm and light, between digital clarity and painted weight — that tension is where this piece lives.
Here, the loop reveals itself —
begin, remake, return.
From the Storm series.
The storm by hand.
At the threshold, storm presses against light — and from that pressure, fire begins.
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Beth Poe | Free Form 