This painting stems from the edges of fleeting moments, instances that pass quickly but leave a lasting emotional trace. As the weather shifted between extremes, the atmosphere held both distance and closeness, tension and relief.

In holding onto memory that flickers just beyond reach, the layered imagery creates friction between opposing emotional currents. The contrast throughout the piece shapes an unsettling narrative where memory, belonging, and truth remain unstable, revealing how time and circumstance, like the weather, deeply influence perception.

This piece captures a moment suspended between two possibilities. It reflects on how time folds in on itself when memory, place, and presence collide.

Painted from the edge of a creek bed, the work explores the quiet tension of choice: being on one side means the other has been left behind. The composition draws attention to the options, both literal and symbolic, where paths diverged and parallel lives are imagined. Shadows and light are used to mirror duality, hinting at the simultaneous beauty and ache of being in one place while longing for another.

Each brushstroke carries the weight of lived memory and imagined memory. Childhood freedom echoes through softened textures and bright colors, while the present self, more deliberate and grounded, remains tethered to more realistic aspects. This piece becomes a story of movement and stillness, presence and longing. A visual merging of scenes, a merging of time.

This painting reflects the nature of time, how it holds and how it lets go.

An oak branch stretches across the composition like the hand of a clock, steady, weathered, inevitable. Cradled in its curve is a stillness, small, deliberate offerings once in motion, now gently surrendered.

Nearby, a portion of skin is rendered in detail. It is sun-soaked, injured, covered in fine hair, the skin of someone who has stayed long enough to be shaped by what they have touched.

It merges into the scenery yet never fully stays. Like much of what we love, it slips through but still we reach back, not to stop time, but to mark what mattered while it passed.

This painting is divided into seven slots, each showing a part of the world around me that day. These slots are inspired by the days of the week that I now very consciously fill. Branches, leaves, twigs, the river, and scattered light all come together to fill a whole. Each piece might seem small on its own, but together they reveal a delicate balance of place, memory, and process. 

The composition reflects the rhythm of the season, how moments unfold to create a bigger, more complex picture. At the center is a plant I faced as I painted. It might seem insignificant, compared to all the foliage imaged, yet it was what fate put directly in front of me that day. I was guided to be there with this plant, in this specific space full of life. I was witness to these quiet moments, and can always keep them close.

This painting captures the quiet beginning of summer. Freshly cut locks of my hair rest gently on a plantain leaf, atop my beloved quilt, as we sit beside the river. The composition holds a sense of release, yet also of a deep comfort. Bright, sunlit colors mirror the shimmering brilliance of loving nature, and of learning how to let it hold you. It is a lesson my father taught me long ago, and one I will continue to carry. Just like how I will always let this painting carry this moment of time for me, forever.