A painting done during a walk through the emerald cloud garden. At times where I become translucent and observe each and every thing as they pass through me. 

Please, remember to breathe.

An exploration into the world of vibrating color (2022).

Originating deep beneath the Solar Plexus
A soul, born of a radiant fire.

Lift it upwards, 
Raise it higher, 
Carry it forward, unto its peak - beyond its absolute limit. 

Is there no pinnacle?

An exploration of light and shadow. "A phenomenon that I continue to observe that is consistent across all people is that no one can deny how the presence of light makes them feel."

For the next in the continuity, see Sunlight.

Designed to be observed in a series.

An exploration of light and shadow. "A phenomenon that I continue to observe that is consistent across all people is that no one can deny how the presence of light makes them feel."

For the next in the continuity, see Moonlight.

Designed to be observed in a series.

An exploration of light and shadow. "A phenomenon that I continue to observe that is consistent across all people is that no one can deny how the presence of light makes them feel."

Twilight, Sunlight, Moonlight.

From my love and fascination of the natural world. As a child, my father would take me down to the water's edge and cheer me on as I caught every living species I could find — snakes, fish, turtles... but my favorite was always frogs!

I got to keep some of the cool ones! Always released them though...

There was quiet promise made for a strong start to the week.

"For a long time I've wanted to paint more than just figures, more than just portraits. There was an opportunity for growth— to leap out of my comfort zone and expand into something new. Every time you reach out there's more to you. This may be the first tree, but in reality it's just one small seed. "

One Small Seed

White Hot!!

Originating deep beneath the Solar Plexus
An atmosphere of concentrated passion
Magnified intensity, amplified under gravity

Born of a magnificent heat,
A spark out of a spoken flame

Do you remember?

White Flame Tiger 

The emergence of the ferocious, gentle spirit. 

It arises out of the desire and responsibility to protect. It arises from the desire and will to serve.  

"You said all who master their paths arrive at the same place." 

There was this tremendous heat. 

It's not done. It's not finished.
Preparing the way.
Walking that path.

Flame Tiger.

I lift my hands in full surrender.  Make no mistake— these are hands of Praise. 

At the time I had originally made this painting, there was something greater

reaching for me

calling out to me

pulling me closer

— that I did not and could not fully understand. 

I'm starting to.

Why is my body burning? Whose flames are these?

Burning Bones.

An explosive revival.