This one is about how nothing is ever really small.
Every wingbeat, every whisper, every skipped step—you think it’s minor, but it’s moving the air. It’s pushing something else. And that something shifts something else, until a storm brews five thousand miles away and everyone’s wondering where it came from.

I painted this with that exact idea swirling in my head. One line turned into a thousand reactions. Like a pulse moving outward, bending the colors of everything it touches. If you follow the white lines, they almost look like they’re chasing something invisible. Or maybe they’re leading something in. Either way, nothing in this painting is still. It’s all in motion—like life always is, even when you think you’re standing still.

Flight is the moment before the change, the flutter that sets the avalanche. It’s a reminder that your smallest act might be echoing louder than you think. The extra kindness. The unspoken word. The breath you took instead of yelling.

We are all butterflies flapping wildly, unknowingly shaping the sky.

– Nick Mokashi
MokashiArt.com