The iris of night and the ivy of day, sealed with pomegranate seeds, forever intertwined with the structure of poison of which all we know resides. Put into motion by identities of glass wrapped around us in nets of silence. 

Tempting Disintegration

Discernment of Redemption, 2024, 40”x30”, oil on canvas

Finding myself is fusing every part of myself together, sitting with each version, bonding as friends do. The energetic connection is the magic in rawness.

  

Discernment of Redemption

Figuring out what makes us who we are is a whirlwind of labels cast onto us by strangers and contradictions of our truth, consistently morphing as we grow. Our peace is found in lifting the fog that overshadows our authenticity, becoming one with the fluidity of experience.

Intangible Stability

As we walk through life carrying more weight with each step, our dreams get folded in the packs and the golden breadcrumbs appear further and further apart. The question of your unknown purpose that begs to be answered resonates louder, the chill of doubt creeping through your bones. Your reality inflated by anxiety seeps into your eyes, burning through every nerve in your body. The snapshot of this moment replays, forever gaining momentum in stillness.
  
  

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