“I don’t paint flowers. I paint energy. This is where beauty breaks rules.”
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’re co-conspirators in a lush, electric jungle.
Let’s make lemonade
30 x 30 inches
Acrylic on canvas
Domestic still life meets visual static. Lemons arranged like digital code, surrounded by a pixelated green dream that hums with weird energy.
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
Not your grandma’s still life. These blooms are amped up, caffeinated, and bursting with riotous color like they just broke out of a Fauvist rave.
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.