Prismatic Journey (Not For Sale)
I painted this in one sitting—six hours straight—as a birthday gift for my mom. It began with a monochromatic reference, but the colors didn’t stay quiet. They surged forward, unexpected and insistent, like they had their own momentum. It felt less like I was choosing them and more like they were choosing me.
This was the first time my style truly surfaced—bold, bright, a little chaotic, and emotionally charged. The ship in the storm is a metaphor I return to often. Life doesn’t wait. It throws waves, wind, and sudden light. The ship is small, but it moves. Not untouched, not unshaken, but still going.
I filled the sea and sky with color and chaos—cool tones colliding with warmth—because even in the middle of it all, there’s light. Not peace, necessarily. Not resolution. But most importantly there is light, there is hope, and it’s unlike anything you could have thought of. It’s my responsibility to notice it for what it is: opportunity.
This piece still feels like a beginning. It reminds me what it feels like to be fully inside the act of painting, when time slips and something else takes over.
