For me, blue has always meant more than color.
Blue like the ocean.
Blue like the sky.
Blue like blue-raspberry sweets.
Blue like satin sheets.
Blue like longing.
Blue like memory.
This painting began as a meditation on those connections—the way certain colors become attached to moments, feelings, and versions of ourselves. Swirling layers of cobalt, turquoise, silver, and violet create a landscape that feels both familiar and impossible, shifting somewhere between dream and recollection.
The eye is drawn inward toward a luminous center, a place of stillness beneath the motion. A place where memory softens into meaning.
A place that remains blue in the middle.
For me, blue has always meant more than color.
Blue like the ocean.
Blue like the sky.
Blue like blue-raspberry sweets.
Blue like satin sheets.
Blue like longing.
Blue like memory.
This painting began as a meditation on those connections—the way certain colors become attached to moments, feelings, and versions of ourselves. Swirling layers of cobalt, turquoise, silver, and violet create a landscape that feels both familiar and impossible, shifting somewhere between dream and recollection.
The eye is drawn inward toward a luminous center, a place of stillness beneath the motion. A place where memory softens into meaning.
A place that remains blue in the middle.