Sometimes, a painting begins with just a color. For this one, it was gold — the kind that feels like warmth itself. I started by chasing the light that glows through a flower in the sun. Then reds, golds, and greens joined in, until the canvas seemed to breathe with color. The large yellow rose…
They were all facing different ways, yet somehow still together. They stood close together, calm and alert, each facing a different direction yet moving as one. I wanted to capture that quiet — the way light touched their feathers, turning white into shades of green, gold, and rose. Painting them felt like a reminder that…
She isn’t someone I know, yet she feels familiar — like a memory that never quite fades. I wanted to paint the hush between light and shadow, the way red hair can burn against the calm of green. Her gaze came last, unplanned, carrying both wonder and unease. Sometimes a painting reveals what words can’t…
This painting began as an exercise in light, but it turned into something gentler — a moment of calm between the shepherd and his flock. I wanted the morning to feel new, fragile, and full of quiet purpose. The figures don’t speak, yet their closeness says enough. Sometimes the simplest scenes hold the most grace.