16x20" heavy acrylic + charcoal on canvas, 2025
ships unframed, 1.5" sides are painted, this piece is ready to hang
and can easily fit in a ready-made floater frame
 
*ships the first week of August*
 
notes from this series:
 
cycles disrupted 
deliberately and by forces of nature.
when a pattern meets a roadblock
and must break itself order to carry on in motion. 
a pattern held by fiction, optics, 
false pleasantries, fairytales
for so long 
that the discord in this breaking is palpable, 
disharmonious, irregular, jarring. 
a visceral discomfort, 
of relation to, but a layer removed 
from physical pain. 
 
like sandpaper on the wrong surface, 
or cutting your hand deeply on a new knife
you can’t feel it, but you watch it.
hearing a blatant untruth from a vacant face,
watching a loved one dig their grave
your own hands tied
from trying to wrestle away the shovel 
 
where the curation glitches
two unseen worlds collide
 
where visual harmony begins to fray 
because the foundation was rushed for profit
and never built to code. 
the builder just hoped the structure would outlive him.
 
in this transitional space is raw potential. 
I imagine it like ‘chaos’ in Paradise Lost
elements clash and swirl without order,
an undefined force of nature, 
potent with the blurred duality 
of both creation and destruction. 
 
this state begs the questions:
to rest into dissolve 
and be swept away with the moving elements 
to tighten the grip and be pulverized
or to quietly take inventory, 
leave behind your previous lives, 
and open your senses for the next exit.
choice isn’t always an illusion