The Same Eternal Vow

Some loves don’t live inside time.They move beneath it quiet, patient, endless like whales drifting through centuries of tides. Even when the surface forgets their names, the deep remembers.

This drawing began as nothing more than motion two whales, a slow circle forming in the stillness of my studio.But the longer I worked, the more it felt like something familiar ,something that had always existed, waiting to return in a new form.

They came alive as two souls, swimming toward one another through the dark, each guided by a rhythm they couldn’t hear but still somehow knew. One rises toward the light . The other lingers in shadow and yet they find each other. Every. Single. Time.

There’s something sacred in that repetition ,the way love remembers itself .Even when distance becomes vast,when silence stretches for years, something beneath it all still hums the same vow:I will find you again.

I don’t know if this is about romance or something older the kind of bond that existed before language, before names ,before the idea of belonging to anyone. But I like to think the ocean knows.It holds every story that ever mattered, and if you listen closely enough , you can still hear them calling each other not through words, but through memory.

Love like that doesn’t need an ending .It simply continues. It returns. It becomes.