Life, my friends, is exactly like a river. It took me a while—and more existential breakdowns than I care to admit—to truly appreciate this. Rivers don’t wrestle with rocks; they…
Sometimes clarity hits like lightning—sharp, sudden, blindingly bright.Other times, it creeps in quietly, softly, whispering neon colors behind your eyelids until you finally see. This painting is called "Vision" because…
Have you ever felt the world push against you so hard that you thought about stopping?Not quitting exactly, just stopping. Pausing. Waiting it out until things feel safer, easier, clearer.…
This one came out of me in a storm. Not because I was angry, but because I was ready. Ready to look at the parts of myself I usually try…
There are messages that don’t arrive in words.They come in feelings, symbols, patterns that feel older than language—like vibrations humming beneath the bones of reality. This painting came from one…
This one came out of me like a prism exploding in slow motion. Every line, every curve, every color pocket is a different version of reality trying to make eye…
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…
Some days, the sun sets and you barely notice. You’re too busy surviving. Too tired to care. You get caught in that loop — where everything feels off, but you…
"Jen and Rob", 48"x36", Acrylic on Canvas
There’s a version of us we show to the world — and then there’s what’s underneath.Fractured is about that underneath. This piece wasn’t born clean. It came from tension —…