A Celebration of Love, Spirit, and the Worlds Between

If you’re anything like the souls who find their way to my work…
You feel things deeply.
You move through the world with your heart open, even when it hurts.
You’ve lived enough life to know that beauty isn’t just decoration—it’s medicine.
And maybe, just maybe… you’re craving something real.
Something that reminds you of who you are beneath the noise.
Something that brings you back to yourself.

That’s why I paint.

Not to fill walls.
But to create spaces that hold you.
To offer a visual language for what your soul has always known.

The women I paint carry stories of becoming.
They wear flowers—not to impress, but to remember:
That healing is possible.
That softness is strength.
That you’re allowed to begin again.

The lions? They are you, too.
Fierce and tender. Still and powerful.
The part of you that protects what matters most.

And the water that winds through these pieces—
That’s your intuition.
Your memory.
Your wordless knowing.

I’ve been told my paintings feel like home.
That they speak what no one could say.
That someone walked past one… and just couldn’t walk away.

That’s when I know the art found its person.

If a piece stirs something in you—trust it.
Because the right art doesn’t just catch your eye.
It remembers you.
It reflects your truth.
And it stays.

When you collect a painting, you’re not just buying art.
You’re making space in your life for something sacred.
For beauty that heals.
For love that transcends form.
For a mirror that reflects your soul back to you—day after day.

If you’ve felt it… even for a moment…
Then maybe one of these pieces is already yours.