Acrylic, texture, and generative collage on paper, 18 × 24 in.
Acrylic, texture, and generative collage on paper, 18 × 24 in.
Acrylic, texture, and generative collage on paper, 18 × 24 in.
Acrylic, texture, and generative collage on paper, 18 × 24 in.
Acrylic, texture, and generative collage on paper, 18 × 24 in.
Acrylic, texture, and generative collage on paper, 18 × 24 in.
Acrylic, texture, and generative collage on paper, 18 × 24 in.
Acrylic, texture, and generative collage on paper, 18 × 24 in.
A rough, unstable surface surrounds her as she holds a breath and releases a sphere of impossibly delicate worlds. The bubbles aren’t symbols so much as uncertainties — tiny planets flickering at the edge of presence. The scene feels playful at first, until the stakes register: whole worlds balanced on a single exhale. Precarious Breath sits in that tension between innocence and consequence, where the smallest gesture becomes a question of scale.
Acrylic, texture, and generative collage on paper, 18 × 24 in. Her face is rendered sharply enough to register as portrait, but resolution breaks down as you move outward. The garment flattens into a dark shape. The “background” behaves like depth for a moment, then falls back into surface. Edges flicker between figure and field, never fully choosing one or the other. Contour Collapse points to the instability of perception itself: where form should be reliable, it becomes provisional instead.
Acrylic, texture, and generative collage on paper, 18 × 24 in. A figure appears inside a shifting field of black and white, her body emerging where hundreds of painted dots trace her outline into visibility. The beaded veil behaves less like ornament and more like a mapping device, marking where she exists against a surface that keeps threatening to erase her. Nothing here locks into stable setting or scene. The background reads at once as smoke, stone, and scraped gesture. Weight of Spirit makes presence feel conditional rather than assured. Whatever solidity the eye tries to assign remains provisional. Recognition flickers but never locks in.
Acrylic, mixed media, and generative collage on paper, 18 × 24 in. Her body reads like void surrounded by violent chroma. The saturated ring becomes both threshold and trap — a membrane she inhabits but doesn’t fully belong to. The form sits in an ambiguous state: captured in color yet resistant to it. Inside the Rift explores how identity can be shaped by the pressures that enclose it, and how the boundary between self and environment shifts under emotional force.
Acrylic, texture, and generative collage on paper, 18 × 24 in. A hyper-focused portrait sits inside a field that refuses to stay coherent. The painted roses aren’t symbols so much as remnants — marks that were once something, then scraped toward disappearance. Her gaze feels steady, but the surface around her keeps slipping. Crimson Gaze doesn’t present beauty as certainty; it shows how easily the idea of beauty dissolves into gesture. The figure is crisp only because the world behind her is not — and the image refuses to finalize what it suggests.
Acrylic, texture, and generative collage on paper, 18 × 24 in. Her face is rendered sharply enough to register as portrait, but resolution breaks down as you move outward. The garment flattens into a dark shape. The “background” behaves like depth for a moment, then falls back into surface. Edges flicker between figure and field, never fully choosing one or the other. Contour Collapse points to the instability of perception itself: where form should be reliable, it becomes provisional instead.
Acrylic, texture, and generative collage on paper, 18 × 24 in. A figure sits inside a field of green that won’t decide whether it is foliage or simply paint pushed across the surface. Her form is rendered clearly enough to register, yet parts of her dissolve into the same strokes that read as background. A smaller figure intrudes at an impossible scale, collapsing depth rather than describing space. Verdant Flow makes visibility feel conditional. The image hints at environment, then drops back into abstraction. Whatever coherence appears to form is temporary; it never settles into one meaning.
