Art begins with presence.
A simple line
It moves with joy.
It doesn’t ask for rules — or credentials.
It asks for touch.
To try.
To play.
To leave a mark.
And maybe that’s all art ever is —a quiet way of saying, I was here.
Still Lines is my ongoing practice in attention — a place where lines wander, color listens, and presence takes the lead. Some of this work lives in galleries. Some may become prints or small offerings over time. For now, this space exists to honor the act of making itself — slow, imperfect, and human.
Leaves of Light
Gold, green, and calm —
a language the trees never rush to speak.
Even in stillness,
they’re busy turning light into life.
Tree of Wonder
A map of everything that makes us human — joy, peace, love, light, wonder.
The tree remembers what we forget:
love has roots,
peace has branches,
and wonder is always in season.
Blooming Universe
Whimsy meets the infinite.
Together, they remind us
that beauty expands best when left to wander.
Untethered from gravity.
Each bloom orbits its own quiet joy.
Pot of Possibilities
No plan, no agenda — just a pot, a pen,
and a little surrender to a line that wanders with no aim but to delight and surprise.
It finds its way, as it always does —
to something that feels like joy.
And possibility.
Windmill Power
This is how it works:
line meets color,
motion meets joy,
and something invisible comes alive.
Call it wind, call it wonder —
either way, it moves us.
Wandering Blooms
As above, so below.
The seen and unseen,
meeting halfway.
Roots dreaming of sky,
petals remembering earth.