Greens slipping into blues, petals carved from purples, tiny sparks of yellow — thick strokes built, scraped back, built again.

Some stories aren’t told. They’re constructed.
Layer by layer.
Add. Erase. Begin again.

Soft blues, deep greens, and quiet golds — a moment suspended between what has been and what’s yet to come.

The year leaves its traces here: the push and pull, the laughter, the letting go, the resting.
Every layer carries a story, a reminder that even in stillness, life keeps moving underneath.

Warm yellow, cobalt blue, and deep magenta — finding their own rhythm, like rain meeting sunlight.

It’s that moment right after a heavy storm.
When the wind has quieted, the clouds begin to drift, and the sun pushes through —
illuminating everything it touches.

Lavender, ochre, soft yellows, and dusty purples — layered in shifting textures that ripple like fabric.

I began this painting by playing with a new colour palette, curious where it might lead me. But when I stepped back, I realised it reminded me of the patterned carpet of a dear friend.

A carpet isn’t just decoration. It’s grounding. A soft place to land. A surface that quietly holds the rhythms of daily life.
And that’s what this piece has become for me: a reflection on friendship.

Light pink, deep magenta, bold orange, copper strokes — and a whisper of daring.

It began as morning softness: lavender clouds drifting, a quiet sky.
But the canvas had other plans.
It demanded colour, then more colour.

What started as a backdrop became something louder, messier, more alive.

Deep blues broken by trails of gold — a night that doesn’t just fall, but curves and bends.

The surface ripples with movement: sand pressed into lines that spiral like echoes, textures that shift between calm depth and restless sparks. It’s both sky and path — a map of dreams winding their way forward.

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.

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.