24” x 30” 3-Dimensional Oil
You know that feeling when you’ve been deep in the woods—surrounded, stuck—and suddenly, you break through into an open meadow where you can finally breathe? That’s what this piece is about.
As I continue this journey of processing the layers that life builds up, the palette knife has become my way of working through it—sometimes gently, sometimes digging in hard. That thick, chunky area in the lower left? That’s where the complicated feelings live—the grief, the questions, the heaviness. It’s dense because it had to be. But then there’s that bold sweep of blue, cutting right through it all. That’s the clearing. Not delicate or tidy, just strong, and necessary. A force that moves through the mess and makes space for something new.
The white areas aren’t empty, it’s breathing room. Possibility. And those coral and pink strokes? They’re small but important. Bits of light I uncovered while working through the dark moments that felt like joy remembered.
This piece is a reminder that the way forward isn’t around the hard stuff—it’s through it. The knife taught me that. You build texture, you get your hands dirty, and then you scrape away what no longer serves. The clearing isn’t a place you find—it’s something you make, one layer at a time.
24” x 30” 3-Dimensional Oil
You know that feeling when you’ve been deep in the woods—surrounded, stuck—and suddenly, you break through into an open meadow where you can finally breathe? That’s what this piece is about.
As I continue this journey of processing the layers that life builds up, the palette knife has become my way of working through it—sometimes gently, sometimes digging in hard. That thick, chunky area in the lower left? That’s where the complicated feelings live—the grief, the questions, the heaviness. It’s dense because it had to be. But then there’s that bold sweep of blue, cutting right through it all. That’s the clearing. Not delicate or tidy, just strong, and necessary. A force that moves through the mess and makes space for something new.
The white areas aren’t empty, it’s breathing room. Possibility. And those coral and pink strokes? They’re small but important. Bits of light I uncovered while working through the dark moments that felt like joy remembered.
This piece is a reminder that the way forward isn’t around the hard stuff—it’s through it. The knife taught me that. You build texture, you get your hands dirty, and then you scrape away what no longer serves. The clearing isn’t a place you find—it’s something you make, one layer at a time.
