This is not a painting of a thing—it is the residue of a confrontation. Blossom records the act of emergence, not as symbol but as struggle: the surface stretched, pulled, nearly torn by the gesture of becoming. Each fold is a trace of psychic tension, dragged across the field like nerves exposed.
Color here is not decoration—it is heat, pressure, consequence. The warm saturation burns inward, not outward, dragging the eye toward a center that is neither void nor form, but crisis. The image resists naming. It exists in a state of flux, like a body caught between breath and scream.
In Blossom, painting becomes event. The canvas, not as object, but as battlefield—where the self meets its own expansion.
2025
Oil on Canvas
30" x 40"
Available $3,200
Prints available upon request
Oil on Canvas
30" x 40"
Available $3,200
Prints available upon request
