What remains standing
36 x 36 x 2”
Acrylic on Canvas
Amid a dense, murmuring forest of green, pale trees rise like bleached monuments. Their limbs are bare, stripped, reaching ,less alive than remembered, yet still present. The background teems with leafy movement, a quiet hum of life in contrast to the stark verticals that hold their ground. This is not a scene of growth, but of endurance. A portrait of what survives, and the dignity of remaining upright when everything else has moved on.
Acrylic on Canvas
36 x 36 x 2”
The Quiet Conqueror
Nature isn't just present here — it's dominant. Thick layers of green pour down over skeletal branches, wrapping, claiming, erasing. The trees have lost the fight, but not their form. They're still visible, still reaching, though now entombed in foliage. The pale, peach-toned sky adds an uncanny silence, suggesting time has stopped or rewound. This is a painting about reclamation. It doesn’t mourn the trees; it venerates the wild force that outlives them.
