Blues, greens, flashes of orange — a horizon shifting between soft and rough, still and moving.

This piece is a horizon of perspective: where thoughts rise like waves, some bubbling up and floating away, others lingering long enough to root. The horizon can hold both quiet and brightness — memories that echo, and possibilities that glow.

Dark purple, sea green, warm gold, sunset pink — autumn’s coastline, held in light and shadow.

Warm stone, tangled hedges, and the hush of an autumn coastline. Born on the Fisherman’s Trail: cliffs that remember the sea, paths scented with salt and rosemary, and a sunset that folds the day into soft violet thought.

Sapphire blues, pine green, cold gold — winter’s wild palette, cracked open.
The sky didn’t whisper — it flared. Swirls of light skating over frostbitten ground.
Frozen forests. Watching deer. A hush that hums with ancient things.

This piece carries the bite of Arctic air and the shimmer of something just out of reach.
Cracking textures, bold strokes — like the land itself split for a moment to let the aurora through.

Deep purples, vivid strokes, paradise flowers breaking through a storm of texture.
Like nature reclaiming space — messy, magnetic, alive.

Scraped layers, curved lines, bursts of copper and coral — everything moves, swirls, insists.

This piece speaks of wild beauty, untamed growth.
Of roots that twist through chaos and color that doesn’t ask permission.

Blue shadows, soft light streaks, and glints of copper — like memories catching the light as they fall.

Some moments split us wide open.
We lose the ground beneath us.
But step by step, we make our way — back to something softer.
Not the same, not untouched. But somehow more real.

Blue like ocean depths. Sand-textured like sun-warmed shores.
“Portal to Quiet” carries the hush of a beach before the world wakes — the soft swirl of salt air and spaciousness.

Teal greens, deep indigo leaves, soft sand textures — with copper glimmers flickering like fireflies.

This piece holds the hush of late July — when the sky blushes into twilight, and something unseen stirs behind the stillness.

Dark green, pink bloom, hints of gold flicker.

This one came from the deep end. Thick layers. Heavy hands.
Something wanted out.

A bloom pushed through — messy, bright, stubborn.
It didn’t wait for the light to change. It made its own.

Inspired by warm stone floors under bare feet and the slow melt of dusk. “Summer Nights” is a whisper — all about what’s felt more than seen. Texture you want to touch, color that hums like a secret.