Awareness is not something I do.It’s what remains when I stop trying to do everything else.It sits behind thought, watching quietly, like a cat blinking in the sun.It doesn’t judge…
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…
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…
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 —…
(Good luck to the man climbing this one) This piece is not just a painting. It’s a challenge. A dare. A warning wrapped in icy geometry. Mountain is what happens…
There’s a quiet kind of violence in this one. Not loud, not explosive. Just… inevitable. Overtake doesn’t scream, it seeps. It pulls. It takes the small and wraps around it,…
(A controlled explosion in my style for someone who needed the madness) This one’s different. It wasn’t born out of one of my usual chaotic meditations. It wasn’t the result…