The blue hour is the space between waking and a dream, where the familiar loosens into another world. Here, the sky leans in and wild things hush.
Animals, shells, flowers, water, architecture. Forms return altered, as memory alters them. Pattern over pattern. Geometry inside the wild.
Built in layers of acrylic, mixed media, and resin, each work gathers depth and light until the image seems to hold more than it reveals.
An invitation to linger at the threshold, where memory, nature, and dream begin to become one.
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Remnants of Summer
There are seasons that do not leave all at once. They linger in fragments — a shell, a flower, the pale blue of a wing, the warmth of something remembered.
The pelican rests among these remnants, still and ancient. Magnolia blooms open beside him. Shells drift through the painted space. Faded arches rise and disappear.
Perhaps this is what summer becomes in the end — not something lost, but something carried.
42 × 56 in — Acrylic & mixed media on panel with resin
The Deep Remembering
There are depths we only enter by becoming quiet.
The blue gathers around what cannot be named, and the familiar shifts into something otherworldly.
Nothing asks to be understood.
Somewhere between what is known and what is felt, the blue deepens.
48 × 60 in — Acrylic & mixed media on panel with resin
Tidekeeper
There are things the sea leaves behind — shell, salt, the breath of water.
He stands among them quietly, watching the tide come and go. What remains gathers at his feet: small, weathered, luminous.
A keeper of what the water cannot hold forever.
36 × 48 in — Acrylic & mixed media on panel with resin
Relic of the Sea
The sea leaves its traces gently — shell, salt, feather, the small evidence of weather and distance.
Around him, these things gather with the gravity of memory, carried from somewhere far off, worn into beauty by distance, held for a moment before the world changes again.
36×48 in - Acrylic and mixed media on panel with resin
Salt Tokens I: A Small Vigil
Salt Tokens I–VII
Small keepsakes from the edge of water. Each one a fragment, a little relic, a place where something fleeting has been kept..
12×12 in — Acrylic & mixed media on panel with resin
Salt Tokens II: The Pearl
Salt Tokens I–VII
Small keepsakes from the edge of water. Each one a fragment, a little relic, a place where something fleeting has been kept.
12X12 in — Acrylic & mixed media on panel with resin
Salt Tokens III: Still Tide
Salt Tokens I–VII
Small keepsakes from the edge of water. Each one a fragment, a little relic, a place where something fleeting has been kept.
12X12 in — Acrylic & mixed media on panel with resin
Salt Tokens IV:The Resting Place
Salt Tokens I–VII
Small keepsakes from the edge of water. Each one a fragment, a little relic, a place where something fleeting has been kept.
12X12 in — Acrylic & mixed media encausic on panel with resin
Salt Tokens V:The Offering
Salt Tokens I–VII
Small keepsakes from the edge of water. Each one a fragment, a little relic, a place where something fleeting has been kept.
12X12 in — Acrylic & mixed media on panel with resin
Salt Tokens VI:The Keeping
Salt Tokens I–VII
Small keepsakes from the edge of water. Each one a fragment, a little relic, a place where something fleeting has been kept.
12X12 in — Acrylic & mixed media on panel with resin
Salt Tokens VII: Sea Hymn
Salt Tokens I–VII
Small keepsakes from the edge of water. Each one a fragment, a little relic, a place where something fleeting has been kept.
12X12 in — Acrylic & mixed media on panel with resin
Interlace I
Interlace I begins a new body of work — rich, deeply rooted, and more elemental.
Built through layers of wax and color, with deep umbers worked into the surface, the piece seems to hold and release its own history. Forms emerge, recede, and cross through one another, as if structure itself were being remembered.
Industrial, geometric roads of color remain intimate — heavily textured, matte, close to the hand. Less polished, more tactile.
A new terrain, with the old language still moving underneath.
60×60 in- Mixed media encaustic on wood panel
The Blue Hour: Sovereign
The Crossing
There are places where the world thins. Where if you are still enough, something on the other side becomes visible.
The foxes know where these places are. They have always known — ancient guides moving quietly between what is seen and what persists just beyond our ordinary vision. Roses climb luminous above them, rooted in the world and reaching into another. Clouds become ground beneath their feet.
It is a quiet pairing available to anyone present enough to find it.
48 in x 60 in — Acrylic & mixed media on panel with resin
Some worlds come into being with a sovereign stillness. Unannounced. Asking nothing but presence. They persist quietly, outside the reach of language, whole and unhurried without our story to hold them.
Grey and violet settle into one another like mist over still water. An anemone hangs in the air, pale and open. Another rests below, soft as a held breath. Letters drift at the edges — the beginning of language, or the end of it.
This was an attempt to be in one of those places. Some worlds remain unnamed — and that is exactly as it should be.
48 in x 60 in — Acrylic & mixed media on panel with resin
Unnamed World
There is a beauty that persists. Quietly, faithfully, the way it always has — with or without our attention.
Peonies open full at the edges of the frame, unhurried in their blooming. Pink clouds move through as weather moves, answering to nothing but themselves. An arch of color breaks through — not entirely of this world, the place where the unseen makes itself known.
This is the last beauty. The one beneath everything else. The one that was here before we learned to look past it.
It asks nothing of us. It simply endures.
60 in x 60 in — Acrylic & mixed media on panel with resin
Last American Beauty
The Light Before Sound
A gateway between worlds. The Light Before Sound presents light arriving before sound — visions that come to us first, a dreamlike beginning before waking, before the world rushes in.
This is the womb of quiet, where only light and vision persist.
Bees move to and from the source, embodying nature's quiet ritual as they gather, deposit, and return, guiding us toward what is seen before words.
72 in x 72 in — Acrylic & mixed media on panel with resin
