Acrylic on canvas. Part of the portfolio. Not currently available for sale. For inquiries contact the artist directly.

Mixed media on watercolor paper. Matte black frame, white mat. 2026.

White ground. Cadmium red placed with deliberate pressure at center. No Gods. No Masters. No weird collections either.

One of one. No prints.

Mixed media on watercolor paper. Matte black frame, white mat. 2026.

Purple-violet wash forms move through the center. No one is bound to contracts we write alone in our own hearts.

One of one. No prints.

Two works on watercolor paper. Mixed media, embedded text, framed with white mat. 2026. BOUND and NO MASTERS on the contracts we write alone and what it costs to see them clearly.

Intended to be collected as a pair. Individual acquisition available. No prints exist and none are planned.

Mixed media on handmade cotton paper. Deckle edges. 2026.

The ground is a warm pink wash. A vertical black line divides the composition: organic on the left, geometric on the right, a botanical form in deep burgundy and navy.

Embedded in the artist's hand: Because you believe that you cannot be loved for who you are, you have decided to be valued for what you do; in the end, class shame was your fatal open wound.

Matte black float frame included. One of one. No prints.

Two works on handmade cotton paper. Mixed media, embedded poetry, deckle edges. 2026. The complete archive — POLISHED and UNWRITE, in conversation, in tension, in the space between what gets said and what gets buried.

Intended to be collected as a pair. Individual acquisition available. No prints exist and none are planned.

Mixed media on handmade cotton paper. Deckle edges. 2026.

The ground is warm ochre. Everything painted over it is pressure. Beneath the paint, a poem. Partially visible. Partially buried.

What survives: The poems I cannot unwrite are the worst ones. I still grieve.

Matte black float frame included. One of one. No prints.

Acrylic and ballpoint pen on canvas, 16 × 20 in., framed in a dark brown Ampersand canvas floater frame. No prints exist. This is the painting itself.

The canvas splits without a hard line. On the right, dark florals climb — layered brushwork in deep red, navy, and forest green, built up petal by petal, structured, alive. On the left, thinned red paint runs straight down in long uninterrupted drips, gravity doing the work instead of the hand.