GALLERY

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“Dissolve”

Sometimes we don’t break—we slowly dissolve.
This piece captures the quiet unraveling, where boundaries blur and the world melts into shadow and shimmer. There’s sorrow, yes, but also release. A gentle surrender to what is no longer held.

Where darkness softens, color seeps through, and the self quietly lets go. Shadows drip like memory, light flickers at the edge of letting go, and emot

“Ignite”

There are moments when emotion doesn’t whisper — it erupts.
This is that moment. “Ignite” was born in the storm — color clashing with silence, form catching fire mid-thought.
It’s the flicker right before the burn, the breath right before the scream.

Not every fire destroys. Some reveal

“Solstice”

24x30

A burst of fire and water, of pulse and stillness—Solstice is the meeting point between seasons of the soul. Where molten orange streaks collide with tranquil blues, and three silent orbs hover like ancient moons bearing witness. 

This piece was born from both chaos and calm, like the heat of a summer day drifting into the cool hush of night.

“Delight”

There’s joy in the making.
Not in the perfect finish, but in the messy, magical middle—
where color dances,
and light breaks through in unexpected ways.

It felt right. It felt… like delight.

“Undercurrent”

Each brushstroke is a heartbeat—layered, vulnerable, alive.
Undercurrent is a reflection of emotional movement: the ebb and flow of chaos, clarity, memory, and change.

This piece was painted from feeling, not for sale, but for healing.

“Turbulence & Tranquility”

Some days feel like fire and fog—rushing, crashing, blooming, breaking. Turbulence & Tranquility is my attempt to paint both the storm and the stillness. It’s chaos wrapped in color, calm hidden beneath the surface. Every texture is a breath. Every layer, a mood.

This piece lives in the days between—where we learn, feel, and drift through all that life brings, quietly ho

"Resonance”

Resonance is the sound of feeling remembered.
It drifts through layers of violet hush and teal ache, where circles bloom like echoes—soft and endless.
Each mark a whisper, each hue a held breath.

I didn’t paint what I saw. I painted what stirred.

This is the quiet between waves. The place where emotion hums, and memory listens.

“Unraveling”

Not all unraveling is ruin.
Sometimes it’s how the light gets in—
through frayed edges, softened lines,
and circles that never quite close.

This piece came from a quiet undoing.
Where the layers bled, I let them.
Where the colors wept, I listened.
What remained is not broken,
but beautifully bare.

“Awakening”

Amid the swirl of color and confusion, something new begins to stir.
Awakening is the moment the fog lifts—when clarity peeks through the noise and you feel yourself turning toward the light.

Every brushstroke is a reminder: growth often comes disguised as chaos.