Art is never finished, only abandoned
Myartworkbeginswithfeelingmadevisible—colorslaiddownbyintuition,emotionscrystallizedintoshiftinglandscapesofhueandlight.Thesebecomethebreathinggrounduponwhicheverythingunfolds.
Aconversationbeginsbetweencontrolandsurrender.Idrawonlywithorganiclines,honoringasimpletruth:natureknowsnostraightedges.Riverscurve,branchesbend,mountainsriseinflowingarcs.Everythingalivemovesinwaves.
Aseachlineemerges,myconditionedmindwhispersdirections—habitstryingtoguidemyhand.Thisiswherethepracticedeepens:Iconsciouslygotheoppositeway.Whenmybraininsistsleft,Imoveright.Whenpatternstrytotakeover,Iresist.
Thiscreatesgenuinediscomfort—africtionbetweenlearnedwaysandnewpossibilities.Thebodytenses,themindprotests.Linescrossandintersect,formingsharpcornersandjaggedtensions.Thecompositionlooksdisturbed,unsettled—likeastormmid-brewing.
Thencomesthetending:softeningeachsharpedge,roundingeverycornerwherelinesmeet.Slowly,deliberately,chaostransformsintocoherence.Tensionreleasesintoflow.Whatwasdifficultbecomesharmonious.
Thismirrorsnature'sownpatience—howwindandwatersmoothstone,howtimegentlesallsharpthingsintocurves.Eachmarkcarriestheunrepeatableenergyofthatmoment'sresistanceandrelease.
Fromthisnetworkoflines,formsemergelikerevelations—circlesandorganicshapesfloatingoncolorfieldsthatshiftasyoumove.Thereisnosingleplacetorestyoureyes.Thecompositioninviteswandering,revealinglayersandworldsthelongeryoulook.
Depthunfoldsnotthroughperspectivebutthroughdiscovery.Theseworksdissolvehierarchy.Viewthemfromabove,below,sideways,upclose—everyangleoffersitsowntruth.Thisopennessisaninvitation:bringyourownconsciousness,yourownmeanings,yourowndiscoveries.
Theboundarybetweenmakingandseeingdissolves.Inthisspace,viewingbecomesascreativeascreating.