04/29/2026
When the world becomes just too much, I try to stop trying to control it.
I put realism aside. The precision. The expectations. I let the acrylic inks and watercolors flow at will.
These pieces don’t start with a plan. They have the feelings of a moment in time. Dark backgrounds feel like deep water or space, or the inside of a thought you can’t quite name.
The lines find their own way. Layers come up as they wish.
This is the kind of art I make when I need to remember that not everything has to have a plan; that uncertainty is part of life. That if I let fear just sit next to me, I can still create something from somewhere within.
What do you make when you need to come back to yourself?
