20” x 16” 3-Dimensional Oil
There’s weight in looking back—layers we carry, moments we replay, things we wish we’d done differently. Yesterday holds that tension. F ull of sweeping strokes and abrupt turns, like memories that hit unexpectedly. The dark ground pulls you inward, while glints of gold and silver move through like flickers of clarity—little redemptions tucked inside the mess.
This isn’t about regret. It’s about witnessing where we’ve been without getting stuck there. There’s movement here, not stagnation—proof that even in the shadow of what’s behind us, there’s still light, still beauty, still forward motion.
20” x 16” 3-Dimensional Oil
There’s weight in looking back—layers we carry, moments we replay, things we wish we’d done differently. Yesterday holds that tension. F ull of sweeping strokes and abrupt turns, like memories that hit unexpectedly. The dark ground pulls you inward, while glints of gold and silver move through like flickers of clarity—little redemptions tucked inside the mess.
This isn’t about regret. It’s about witnessing where we’ve been without getting stuck there. There’s movement here, not stagnation—proof that even in the shadow of what’s behind us, there’s still light, still beauty, still forward motion.
