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Decay in Gold
2025gold
The Community Dreaming Spiral
2024community
The Garden Where Memories Bloomed
2023Memories Bloomed
The Heart of Cloverland
2021flower
Echoes of Light
2014This painting is a symphony of energy—a visual rhythm of soundless beats and radiant vibrations. Echoes of Light captures what cannot be seen with the eyes alone: the invisible dances of joy, chaos, memory, and motion that pulse beneath our daily lives. The swirling rings are not just shapes; they are echoes—moments rippling outward through time, each one born from a laugh, a thought, a song, or a forgotten dream. The bright yellows and soft blues represent innocence and wonder, while streaks of crimson and violet hint at deeper emotions buried beneath the surface. There is no center, no clear direction, because the painting is meant to feel like the inside of a memory or a moment of inspiration—raw, alive, expanding in all directions. The viewer becomes part of the canvas simply by looking, pulled into its motion and made to feel like they, too, are spinning within the current of the abstract. oil & acryl 100 x 80 cm
melting colours
2009oil, 120 x 80 cm
The City That Burned Through Time
2009In an era neither future nor past, there exists a city forged not of stone or steel, but of memory and motion. The City That Burned Through Time rises like a fever dream from the ashes of its own becoming, each brushstroke a heartbeat, each smudge a whisper of lives once lived. At first glance, the city blazes with fire—an inferno of crimson skies and smoldering towers. But look closer, and you’ll see the chaos isn’t destruction—it’s persistence. A thousand stories stitched together in pigment: lovers who never met, revolutions that never sparked, artists who painted with their souls rather than their hands. The skyline is jagged, rising like questions in the mind of a restless spirit. Below it, the people—abstracted and myriad—move like sparks in a storm, bound together by something unseen. Hope? Hunger? History? No one knows. Not even the city.