Works & Collections
2025
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The Art of Becoming
Transformation, Light & Renewal
This collection explores metamorphosis — the moment where emotion, spirit, and color shift into new forms. It captures the pulse of change, from stillness to energy to transcendence.
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The Eternal Bloom
Life, Renewal & the Memory of Light
A poetic meditation on nature’s resilience and the beauty of impermanence. Each flower is a breath of memory — unfolding, fading, and returning again. These works speak in color, offering both tenderness and strength.
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The Grace of Being
Presence, Stillness & Connection
An exploration of the sacred act of existence. Through animals, landscapes, and the spaces between movement and silence, this series honors the holiness of being alive — the serenity in stillness, the belonging in breath.
I. Art of Becoming
Veil of Renewal
A gentle current of green and gold drifts across the canvas, as if nature itself were exhaling. Translucent veils unfurl like memories returning to light — soft, fluid, and alive. Beneath the golden arc, renewal whispers through the mist, suggesting the quiet persistence of life after stillness.
Each layer moves between clarity and mystery, between what fades and what begins again. The painting holds the sensation of dawn breaking — not loud, but inevitable — as warmth rises through shadow, and the world breathes anew.
Chromatic Breath
Color unfolds like a living pulse — violet dissolving into blue, blue into green, green into gold and rose. Each translucent layer feels suspended in air, as if painted by wind or by the slow exhale of time itself.
There is no boundary here, only transition — every hue melting into the next, echoing the quiet rhythm of expansion and return. Chromatic Breath captures the sensation of emotion before it becomes language, the moment when light remembers how to feel.
Pulse of Becoming
A rush of crimson and flame collides across the canvas — movement, tension, and release intertwining like breath. The colors vibrate between passion and surrender, each layer revealing something raw and alive beneath the surface.
This piece feels like the heartbeat of transformation itself — fierce, chaotic, and deeply human. The reds pulse with vitality, the oranges glow with emergence, and the faint lines whisper of motion unseen. Pulse of Becoming captures the sacred disorder of creation — that luminous instant when chaos becomes life.
Smoke Prayer
A single wisp of smoke rises from the dark — luminous, weightless, eternal for only a breath. It twists and folds upon itself like thought, like memory, like the language of something unseen.
Smoke Prayer speaks to the fragility of presence — how being is never static, always in motion, always returning to air. The lines move as if alive, untangling and dissolving at once, carrying the essence of transformation without a trace of beginning or end.
The Last Inhale: Lip Service
From the shadows, a crimson mouth exhales a silken veil of white. The smoke dances — sensual, ghostlike — as if the breath itself has taken shape. It is both ending and release, the closing sigh of something once alive and burning.
The Last Inhale captures that final instant between desire and disappearance. The red lips shimmer like a heartbeat, the smoke a fleeting memory of warmth before the fade. It is a portrait of transience, where what remains is only what cannot be held.
Blind Faith: The Initiation
Beneath a curtain of crimson, she stands blindfolded on stage— still, trusting, unguarded. An apple rests upon her brow, the symbol of faith and offering. For a moment, she believes herself safe and pure beneath the steady hand that draws the bow. Then the arrow flies finding flesh instead of fruit.
In that instant faith becomes the fracture. Pain becomes revelation. The promise of safety dissolves into the sting of truth — that belief cannot shield us from what we refuse to see. Still, within the wound comes illumination: a clarity that only pain can deliver.
It is the moment we learn that purity untouched does not equal protection, and that enlightenment sometimes arrives only through the betrayal and pain that should never have been.
It is the wound as teacher, the arrow as truth, the act of becoming through rupture.
II. The Eternal Bloom
Ivory Hymn
Petals unfold in quiet harmony, their tones of cream and ivory murmuring like a prayer. The flower seems to breathe beneath the weight of stillness — soft yet unyielding, luminous against the dark. Each fold carries the echo of devotion, of things once fragile now transformed into grace.
This piece holds a reverent calm — a moment suspended between purity and surrender, where beauty becomes a form of silence.
Enamored in Neon
A single peony unfurls in radiant motion, its petals whispering stories of softness and strength. Layers of vivid pink pulse with life against the green below — a dance between vulnerability and power. Each fold feels alive, like the breath between awakening and surrender.
This bloom is more than beauty; it is transformation made visible. A moment suspended between earth and light, where the quiet persistence of growth becomes its own kind of grace.
A single bloom, unfurling like the memory of the sun itself. Petals spiral inward and outward, a quiet vortex of light and devotion. The golden hues vibrate with warmth, radiating through the depths of the surrounding blue — an offering, a pulse, a meditation on creation and constancy.
The form feels both natural and eternal, like a universe contained within a flower. It speaks of cycles — of rising and returning — a hymn to life’s luminous persistence.
Abundant Garden
A wild tapestry of color blooms in joyous rhythm — white, amber, and crimson blossoms spill across the canvas like a memory reawakened. Each stroke feels alive, thick with motion and emotion, a symphony of texture that hums with life’s unending return.
There is no single flower here, but a chorus — each voice singing of growth, of love, of renewal in all its glorious imperfection. In this garden, color becomes language; movement becomes breath.
Whisper of Light
Golden Luminosity
A symphony of orange and gold rises in full bloom, their petals alive with sunlight and memory. Each flower seems to hold the warmth of a thousand dawns — radiant, unguarded, and impossibly alive. Against the dark, their brightness hums like a song of renewal, a hymn to the beauty that persists.
The greens pulse beneath them — steady, grounding, eternal. This is not mere color, but emotion rendered in light: joy meeting resilience, tenderness meeting flame.
Sunfire Bloom
Alive in tones of fire and sunlight, this bloom rises like a spark made flesh. Its petals curl outward with luminous defiance — bold yet tender, fierce yet fragile. Against the deep blue, the flower feels almost celestial, as if it were born from light itself.
Every curve holds motion, every hue holds breath. It is the moment before transformation — that sacred pause where creation trembles, radiant and new.
Ascending Radiance
Electric Offering
A bouquet bursts into brilliance — petals of gold and flame alive against a home of neon pink and green. Each bloom leans into the warmth, as if drinking from sunlight itself. The paint gathers thick and joyful, its texture a celebration of abundance, of color unrestrained.
This work hums with gratitude — an offering to the ordinary beauty that sustains us. It is a reminder that joy, too, can be wild and luminous, that color can heal by simply being alive.
III. The Grace of Being
Clarabelle’s Reverie
Bathed in the hush of dawn, a lone cow grazes beneath a pale, awakening sky. The horizon glows with the tender gold of first light, casting stillness over the open field. Each blade of grass seems to hum with quiet devotion — a moment suspended between earth and sky, between the ordinary and the sacred.
There is serenity in her posture, humility in her presence. In this calm expanse of green and blue, life feels simple again — honest, rhythmic, unhurried.
Artax’s Aura
Color becomes spirit in this vivid embodiment of strength and freedom. Swirls of cobalt, crimson, and gold breathe across the canvas, each stroke alive with motion — a living pulse of wild grace. The horse emerges not merely as form, but as energy made visible: raw, radiant, and untamed.
In the flow of mane and light, presence dissolves into essence. Artax’s Aura is not just a portrait, but a remembering — of courage, vitality, and the unbreakable rhythm of life itself.
The Bond
Two black swans intertwine, their bodies forming the shape of a heart — a symbol of unity, devotion, and mirrored grace. Against the pulse of a crimson backdrop, they move as one: dark elegance against the warmth of passion.
The painting breathes with tension and harmony — the balance of shadow and light, self and other, love and solitude. Their entwined forms speak not just of affection, but of surrender — the beauty of two souls bound in rhythm, forever circling the quiet power of connection.
Dawns Herald
Vibrant and unyielding, the rooster stands as a messenger of awakening. Feathers blaze in shades of crimson and green, echoing the sun’s first fire breaking over the horizon. His stance is proud yet grounded, embodying both strength and renewal.
The daily miracle of beginning again — the courage to announce one’s presence to the world, to rise and sing despite the lingering shadows of night. It is a portrait of vitality and continuity, a living emblem of life’s eternal bloom.
The Quiet Between Hills
Soft layers of green roll gently toward the horizon, carrying the weight of silence and breath. A single river threads through the land — a vein of light in motion — while a small white house rests in solitude, held by the earth’s gentle curve.
The scene hums with stillness, but not absence; it’s the stillness of peace, of a moment suspended in its own calm rhythm. The brushwork moves like wind through grass — fluid, patient, reverent. In this world, time bends softly, and being alone feels like being whole.
Special Collections:
Día De Los Muertos 2025
A chorus of blossoms rises toward the light — bold, breathing, alive in shades of magenta and rose. Each petal curves with intention, a tender defiance against the green that surrounds it. The unopened bud waits, serene and sure, holding the promise of what’s yet to unfold.
The gradient of gold and green above feels like dawn touching the heart — a renewal, a quiet resurrection of color and vitality. In this luminous convergence of light and bloom, growth becomes a kind of praise.
Soft petals unfold in gentle tones of blush and ivory, their edges touched by time and tenderness. Against the quiet depth of shadow, the bloom glows like a secret kept in light — fragile yet unyielding. Each brushstroke hums with the pulse of stillness, a reminder that beauty often whispers rather than shouts.
This flower stands not as a moment of perfection, but of presence — fleeting, luminous, alive in its surrender to the inevitable bloom and fade.