20” x 16” | Acrylic Linear Gravity
This one’s a celebration—of color, connection, and a little harmless mischief. The name comes from a memory of my grandmother, who used to share a phone line with strangers and treated it like the day’s best entertainment. She’d listen in, laugh quietly, and sometimes toss in a sly comment, just for fun.
This is that memory turned dance floor. The colors line up like they’re waiting for the DJ to hit play—full of rhythm, movement, and sparkle. Some lines shimmy, some strut, and a few just glitter like they’ve got something to say. It’s a conga line of color, and everyone’s invited.
20” x 16” | Acrylic Linear Gravity
This one’s a celebration—of color, connection, and a little harmless mischief. The name comes from a memory of my grandmother, who used to share a phone line with strangers and treated it like the day’s best entertainment. She’d listen in, laugh quietly, and sometimes toss in a sly comment, just for fun.
This is that memory turned dance floor. The colors line up like they’re waiting for the DJ to hit play—full of rhythm, movement, and sparkle. Some lines shimmy, some strut, and a few just glitter like they’ve got something to say. It’s a conga line of color, and everyone’s invited.
