A meditation on death, purpose, and how I choose to live. It’s about the weight of being here—and the pull to make it count. These pieces ask what I need to do in this life so that when it ends, I can go without regret. Complete.

My pull toward beauty—especially the kind I find in women. It’s attraction, admiration, and the quiet tension of longing. These works come from watching, remembering, wanting.

These pieces revisit the inner child and the wounds—some buried, some still bleeding. It’s about the games we played to survive, the masks we wore, and the courage to show up for the present when we failed to do so in the past.

Tension—between instinct and expectation, memory and identity.
Each piece is part of a process: pulling at thoughts, unraveling patterns, and trying to understand what’s mine and what’s been wired into me.

Born from the flow state—where thought dissolves and form takes over. These works weren’t planned; they surfaced. Each mark is instinct, each shape a trace of motion before meaning. It's my paintbrush moving faster than my mind, leaving form in its wake.

Pure instinct. No plan, no edits—just motion and response. These works are pulled straight from the subconscious, shaped by the motion of my hand before the mind could catch up with it.