Sometimes my paintings have no words. They just take me to places that feel familiar. It’s always comforting to see a land that has lived within – finally become tangible. I keep moving through this world even when it feels frozen. I keep floating towards the future, even when the past walks right beside me. This is what it looks like amongst the clouds; they hold onto memories that have become too heavy to carry. They treasure the stories untold like keepsakes. They turn them into a light filled mist ready to shower everything beautiful and everything promised.
XL, L, M, S