12” x 36” acrylic on canvas
This painting feels like joy erupting from the earth—wild, radiant, and almost impossible to contain. The upper portion feels almost ecstatic, like sunlight breaking through a dense canopy. There is joy here, but not naïve joy. It feels earned. The darker passages suggest that the brightness has survived something. The painting seems to say that happiness doesn't require the absence of pain; sometimes the deepest joy comes from having lived through it. I will burn, bloom, remember, and begin again.”
12” x 36” acrylic on canvas
This painting feels like joy erupting from the earth—wild, radiant, and almost impossible to contain. The upper portion feels almost ecstatic, like sunlight breaking through a dense canopy. There is joy here, but not naïve joy. It feels earned. The darker passages suggest that the brightness has survived something. The painting seems to say that happiness doesn't require the absence of pain; sometimes the deepest joy comes from having lived through it. I will burn, bloom, remember, and begin again.”
