paintings that misbehave
The plants are plotting something
36 x 36 inches
Acrylic on canvas
A botanical uprising, dripping with blood red secrets. These aren’t just flowers, they are co conspirators in a lush, electric jungle.
Error in the Garden
20 x 20 inches
Acrylic on canvas
It’s like someone tripped over Eden’s power cord. Red rings, green voids, and floral noise a glitch in nature, captured mid-bloom.
Blooms on Steroids
30 x 30 inches
Acrylic on canvas
Everything here is cranked up. Petals shout in color, stems twist like wires, and the background feels like it’s vibrating. These flowers are on a mission—and they’re not subtle about it.
White noise
24 x 24 inches
Acrylic on canvas
It is chaos and calm in one breath. Delicate white blooms bleed onto a manic, rigid grid. Nature is caught in the jaws of structure. The drips are perfect. Truth is leaking out. It is messy, emotional, alive. You did not paint this to be pretty. You painted it to feel. And it does.
This one bites
20 x 20 x 2”
Acrylic on canvas
Standing before this work, I felt the air tighten. It isn’t “beautiful” in the way art fairs use the word it’s better. It’s needy and unkempt, part ecstatic prayer, part open wound. The brushwork doesn’t “finish” so much as it lives. Colors collapse into each other like exhausted lovers; edges fray, then suddenly snap into ruthless precision. This artist isn’t trying to seduce us they’re showing us what seduction costs. The piece has the gravity of a diary page written at 3 a.m., with a little too much coffee and not enough sleep. It is failure worn as jewelry, accident embraced as doctrine. I walked away unsettled, which is the only reason I go see art anymore.
Dark matter
18 x 24 x 2”
Acrylic on canvas
This is floral expressionism on amphetamines where black blooms become voids, throbbing with raw graphic electricity, pixel dizzy and emotionally aloof yet strangely tender. You don’t look at this painting. You fall into it.”