Smoking the Cyr Wheel

Momentum burning into smoke, movement blurring into memory— a dance, a spin, a surrender.

Charred Rainbow Tree of Life

Fuzzy Bright Future

The future shimmers just beyond focus, not needing to be seen clearly— only felt, trusted, and welcomed.

Immersing Myself in It

Letting go and getting absorbed

Opening Heart

Convergence Never Reached

Inside the Tulips

A slow exhale from the soul. Inside the tulips, we release.

Smooth It Out

Tortured Frustration II

Learning to swim and to dance again, learning when to trust the current and when to push back, finding the flow that I missed so much.

Pour

Pouring out from the heart in the dead of night... An opera without the music

Faceless

When the mind drifts from the body, and the days become work without wonder, the soul forgets its own reflection

Mermaster

Finding the strength to swim against the current despite unraveling from the inside…

Holotropic Self-Portrait

I took a holotropic breathwork workshop with a friend and I went through the birthprocess backwards and held a huge egg that might have been a placenta in my hands...

Seawings

Flying under water is almost as minty as moonlight dancing on it.

Conception

My first encounter with pastels is still very much dear to me. I originally named this piece yin kundalini yang after an almost unbearable awakening of power I experienced from long nights and mornings of tribal trance dance to goa music. After staring at it for years in my room, I name it after all the ideas that I have conceived from its very presence.

Truly Happy

This is what happiness looks like to me

Breaking Free

Pushed

I refused to use my paint brush for this one to push myself. I enjoy being pushed out of my comfort zones, because now I knowthat is how I grow. I gain momentum every time I am pushed down, so please push me. I invite it.

2CB Jungle

A scientist loose in the flora en route from Kapalaoa cabins to Paliku. Very careful not to hurt any of its beauty, I walked on rock only and crawled on my belly under the baby palm trees past Paliku up the mountain behind it. Misty and gorgeous learning grounds with bird calls and wind in the background for music Breathtaking I tell you with nature dying to tell you all her secrets

Remembering

I'm always blasting full power ahead on the next challenge life has to offer me, often forgetting the past. Sometimes, I choose to dwell and swim in my memories for a bit. This is one of those memories captured.

Blisstance

As is very common while I paint, I had a dear friend over. Jesse was capable of pouring out his heart through song and guitar, filling me with feelings that were long past due, feelings I couldn't bear to remember. Hence the distance in the blisstance.

Lonely in the Company of Brilliance

How hard is it to shine next to something so bright... How hard is it to be the only one shining...