I am struck with awe when I witness the landscape’s raw, unyielding beauty. This painting is a way of bowing low before it. A way of acknowledging that the ground we stand on—though dusty, dry, and cracked—is still holy.
Through gestural marks, layered paint, and abstract forms, I hope to evoke not just a scene, but a sensation—that moment when something inside you quiets and you know, without knowing how, that you are not alone.