6” × 6” on Wood Panel
This piece is part of what I now call my Memories collection, though it didn’t start out with a name or even much intention. In the beginning, it was just a way to use up leftover paint — the bits I scraped off my palette knives, the extra globs that didn’t make it onto the canvas, or the colors that were mixed but never used. I kept a spare canvas or two nearby, and without thinking too much about it, I’d press those remnants onto the surface rather than throwing them away.
But something surprising happened.
As time passed, that canvas started to carry the memory of everything I had painted in between. A little streak from a joyful sky, a bold color from a stormy piece, a quiet smudge from something tender or uncertain. Each mark began to feel like a memory I hadn’t meant to save but somehow did. I began to see these paintings as little time capsules — not of finished work, but of the in-between moments, the transitions, the scraps, and fragments that built all the bigger things.
Gathering Up the Fragments took nearly a year to complete — slowly added to, one moment at a time. It is chaotic, colorful, textured, and kind of a celebration of everything that almost got lost… but didn’t. It reminds me that there’s beauty in the mess, in the leftovers, and in all the pieces we carry with us along the way.
6” × 6” on Wood Panel
This piece is part of what I now call my Memories collection, though it didn’t start out with a name or even much intention. In the beginning, it was just a way to use up leftover paint — the bits I scraped off my palette knives, the extra globs that didn’t make it onto the canvas, or the colors that were mixed but never used. I kept a spare canvas or two nearby, and without thinking too much about it, I’d press those remnants onto the surface rather than throwing them away.
But something surprising happened.
As time passed, that canvas started to carry the memory of everything I had painted in between. A little streak from a joyful sky, a bold color from a stormy piece, a quiet smudge from something tender or uncertain. Each mark began to feel like a memory I hadn’t meant to save but somehow did. I began to see these paintings as little time capsules — not of finished work, but of the in-between moments, the transitions, the scraps, and fragments that built all the bigger things.
Gathering Up the Fragments took nearly a year to complete — slowly added to, one moment at a time. It is chaotic, colorful, textured, and kind of a celebration of everything that almost got lost… but didn’t. It reminds me that there’s beauty in the mess, in the leftovers, and in all the pieces we carry with us along the way.
