Paintings
Original Works in Acrylic on Mixed Media
Isolation
Alone in a vast and soundless sea
Cut off from all I used to know
I turn within to rescue me
While distant shoals still drift below
Community
We are the hands that hold the tide
A living rhythm heart to heart
No one survives this life alone
We heal the moment we take part
Chrysalis
We live through many loves and lives
Each season leaves a different view
We lose and learn and rise again
With every phase becoming true
Entwined
Two quiet hearts learn how to bend
Through wind and weight they hold the line
Where one might break the other mends
And turns a scar to living vine
Growing Together
We lean through weather side by side
Each season teaching root and wing
What one begins the two can rise
And canopies from everything
Growth
A crimson face holds patient ground
A rooted fire begins to climb
From buried ache to living crown
It grows through light and drinks through time
Hydrangea
A bloom of blue in patient rain
It opens slow then overflows
What once was quiet soft and plain
Now wakes the hush the evening knows
In Bloom
After the frost the color wakes
A gentle pulse through root and vein
What once was small the spring now takes
And lifts to light through tender rain
Indigo Awakening
The cooling veil grows wide and thin
A softer truth begins to rise
What once was noise now turns within
And opens all the inner skies
New Thoughts
A quiet spark unlearns the old
And grows new ways of seeing through
What once felt fixed begins to fold
As wider worlds come into view
Storm
Thunder rolls under restless skin
A blackened tide climbs through the mind
The wildest weather breaks within
And leaves a softer self behind
Shame
No place to hide beneath their stare
The room is bright with judging flame
Each whisper strips the skin to air
And leaves me bare inside the blame
The Seed
A quiet spark beneath the dirt
Waits through the weight of winter stone
What once felt buried bruised and hurt
Breaks into light and claims its own
Stuck Point
A burning log of memory
Holds every year we could not name
The fire we carry silently
Still feeds the soul with hidden flame