Trusting the quiet spaces more. 🩷
Fewer pieces, bigger shapes, more breathing room. I’ve been really enjoying seeing how much can happen when I let the empty space do some of the work.

Trusting the quiet spaces more. 🩷
Fewer pieces, bigger shapes, more breathing room. I’ve been really enjoying seeing how much can happen when I let the empty space do some of the work.
A little throwback without actually going backward. 🩷🖤
Apparently some visual languages are worth revisiting.
✂️🖤
Lately I’ve been less interested in keeping the image and the paint separate, and more interested in letting everything crash into each other.
Still figuring out where it’s going. That’s the fun part.
I’ve been trying to limit my palette and collage materials lately, and I’m really enjoying what happens when I stop trying to fill every inch. This one feels scraped back, fragmented, and just unresolved enough to keep me interested.
❤️💙💛
I wanted to let the figure stay recognizable, but push everything around into something louder, stranger, and more graphic. Red dots, electric color, rough paint, and just enough chaos to keep it from behaving.
Things got a little… out of hand. 🫠🔪
Started with a magazine transfer.
Then I added a little something.
Then another something.
And apparently at some point I chose violence. 😂
’Tis the season. 🎃🖤