10 × 10 oil on board, part of the “More Than Words” collection
The word is in this painting. You just can’t see it.
This one kept changing on me. I kept adding — more blue, more grey, more motion — until those pale diagonal lines finally cut all the way across. Right where they cross, there’s a single spark of turquoise, almost too small to notice at first.
I’ve always thought of myself as brave. But courageous? That’s harder. It means stepping out even when I’m guarded, sharing my work even when I’m uncertain, doing things like this — which terrify me a little — because they matter.
10 × 10 oil on board, part of the “More Than Words” collection
The word is in this painting. You just can’t see it.
This one kept changing on me. I kept adding — more blue, more grey, more motion — until those pale diagonal lines finally cut all the way across. Right where they cross, there’s a single spark of turquoise, almost too small to notice at first.
I’ve always thought of myself as brave. But courageous? That’s harder. It means stepping out even when I’m guarded, sharing my work even when I’m uncertain, doing things like this — which terrify me a little — because they matter.
