The Lights of my home- orange, yellow, metal, man made. But, when I look up, I see another kind of light: stories of my ancestors, and stars that are perhaps only ghosts. Both kinds of lights mean the world to me. They are my home.

Acrylic on Canvas: 30 in circle canvas 

2025

From the heavens, a star tumbles toward the land, yet clings to the taste of freedom. It dances across the stratosphere, blurring the boundaries of sky and earth, stretching its limits with every heartbeat. It still runs, a spirit untamed. Forever weaving through the heavens and across the world below.

Digital Media: 27 x 40

When rising from the ground, I want to see the brilliance and beauty that the darkest nights often hide from us. Colors burn and spark like fireworks, yet the breakthrough of the century does not fade once the show is over. It only drives us forward.

Monoprint: Gouache and acrylic paint pens: 19x14

A wish twisting in the sky, drawing breath from the air. I breathe in the crisp wind and exhale the softness that surrounds me. For a moment, somewhere between breath and dream, it feels alive.

Acrylic on canvas: 9x11

Across the sky, it breaks into fragments of what it once was. No one mourns its fall; instead, they wonder where this visitor came from and what story it carried.

Acrylic on tiled canvases (together: 15x20) (tile: 5x5)

Polaris does not fall or vanish across the sky. Instead, it remains fixed above, enduring through shifting seasons and the passage of time. Known as the North Star, its light became a guide for those seeking direction, transforming it into a symbol of stability and certainty within the unknown.

Monoprint: Gouache and metallic paint pens 13x19