This piece emerged from fluid movement — colors pooling, drifting, and merging in unexpected ways. I was fascinated by how the deep blues cut through the softer washes of peach and cream, leaving behind a sense of both stillness and momentum. There’s an ambiguity here that I love: a form that shifts depending on how you choose to see it.
When I turn the canvas one way, it feels like a path curving toward light; when I rotate it, I see a dance of shapes, almost celestial. That openness is the gift of abstraction — the chance for each viewer to bring their own story, their own reflection, into the work.
Art, after all, is a mirror. Sometimes it shows us what we expect. Other times, it reveals something entirely new.