It Strikes!
It was a day filled with greyness, weather that had no definable value to it, neither nurturing the earth with its radiance or quenching its thirst. Just the endless shifting of cloud like shadows in the sky.
She closed her eyes and leaned back, listening to the birds chirping, envying their inspiration to create beautiful music on such a mediocre day. How did they do it? she wondered, what was inspiration anyway? Slowly kicking her leg off the desk to propel her chair round and round. The birdsong drifting away to be replaced by her own heartbeat.
Her eyes snapped opened. It hit her—not as a gradual idea but like a lightning bolt, a raw and undeniable force. Her heart raced, her breath quickened. The Inspiration she had been calling for answered the call itself with no introduction. It struck—not gently or politely, but like a storm crashing through her soul. And now, as she stared at the image burnt into her mind’s eye, she understood why the waiting had been so agonizing. Inspiration had needed the unremarkable to lend contrast to its power.
2023 – Acrylic on canvas – 91.5 x 61 cm
Wire to the Weird
Ever have that feeling that you’ve stepped out of reality? Out of the known into something new, something wholly unfamiliar? The world looks different today, the boundaries have blurred and you’re in the middle somewhere. Maybe not, maybe I’m just weird.
2023 – Acrylic on canvas – 60cm x 60cm
Suspended Spectres
Above, the clouds in red and gold,
Held stories I had never told.
They rolled with grace, so free, so wide,
But never let me walk inside.
I reached for skies that burned so bright,
For promises in fading light.
But every grasp, no matter how near,
Left only echoes I couldn’t hear.
Dreams unspoken, dreams undone,
Melt like shadows in the sun.
The sand remembers where I’ve been,
But holds no trace of what I’ve seen.
The clouds will drift, the dunes will sigh,
The wind will carry my goodbye.
Yet still, I linger, heart in hand,
Wandering paths of shifting sand.
For dreams unrealised never die,
They live in the dunes, they float in the sky.
A bittersweet, eternal gleam,
The quiet ache of an unfinished dream.
2023 – Acrylic on canvas – 91.5 x 61 cm
Turbulent Trepidation
It creeps in slow, a silent chill,
A breathless pause, the world goes still.
The air turns sharp, the frost takes hold,
Anxiety whispers, bitter and cold.
The seas are steel, the sky unstable,
A frozen weight, a worrying fable.
It presses close, it wraps, it binds,
An icy grip around my mind.
2023 – 50.8 x 76.2 cm – Acrylic on canvas
Hail! The New Beginning
An uprooted tree floats far from land,
Its roots uncurled from earth and sand.
The past it knew now washed away,
Adrift upon the tide’s slow sway.
I bow not low in grief’s embrace,
But lift my eyes to what takes place.
The old has given all it knew,
And now I stand to welcome new.
For in the old, the new takes flight,
In endings, something finds the light.
The past drifts on, but gives its grace,
And in its wake—new roots take place.
2024 – 40 x 40 cm – Acrylic on canvas
Energy Rising
Deep within, a spark ignites—subtle at first, then surging, unstoppable. It rises like a bubble, surging towards the horizon, untethered by its source any longer. It is momentum, it is power, it is the pulse of something limitless. No longer dormant, no longer restrained—the energy moves, coils, expands. It is becoming. It is alive. And so am I.
2023 – 40 x 30 cm – Acrylic on canvas
The Depths
From the depths rose the Kraken, its limbs like shadows, writhing and twisting as if it carrying the weight of the ocean itself. The tentacles slowly entangling, shattering the fragile ship of frightened souls
Unstoppable, a force that devours hope. Yet, as we stared into the its eyes of endless void, something stirs.
It is not fear or resignation. But defiance and freedom.
The world has shifted, dreamlike and surreal, the vista blurring as if it, too, fears the beast. But our mind is clear, weightless and boundless the mortal self dissolving into the frigid air.
A spiteful song slinks through the cold silence.
“Why do you fight? you cannot win, your fate is sealed, just give in.
Come join me in my depths of despair. We can be good friends there.”
We do not pause to give reply, as our true self already soars in the sky.
2023 – 61 x 50.8 cm – Acrylic on canvas
Fifteen
A painting of love, and the peaceful beauty of it.
The colours are vibrant yet soft, each carefully chosen to evoke both warmth and serenity. The cranes, delicate and graceful, stretched their wings wide, their snowy plumage catching the light in a way that seemed almost luminous. The sea below them shimmered, reflecting the fiery hues of the sunset sky, while the clouds above looked pillowy and inviting, as though the cranes were ascending into a realm untouched by worry.
The fifteen cranes represent the age we met and a love that has grown together as we have. A love long enough to move beyond the noise of passion and into something quieter. A love that isn’t always easy—storms come and go, but we learned to rise together. The clouds, the sea, the light… they’re all part of our journey together.
I love you, my darling.
2023 – Acrylic on canvas – 50.8 x 76.2 cm
Fresh Start
A fresh start glows with a brilliance all its own—clear, radiant, untamed. It is the first breath of morning, the sun cresting over the horizon, the warmth of possibility touching every corner of the soul. The past may linger in shadows, but the future shines wide and open. And here, in this light, I begin again.
2023 – 61 x 61 cm – Acrylic on canvas
Cold Relief
In the quiet stillness, death comes like the fall of snow—gentle, inevitable, and cold. It is the final exhale, the soft release from the weight of the world. No longer burdened by pain, no longer tethered to the struggle, it brings a kind of peace—still, serene, and unfeeling. In its chill, there is freedom, a rest from the endless reaching, the endless wanting. It is the end, and in that, a strange, silent cold relief.
2021 – 91.5 x 61 cm – Acrylic on canvas
I So
Isolation – For some only unprecedented events allow them to experience it. For others it’s an all too familiar event. Wanting to be included but never quite figuring out how to be, like a weightless void, heavy in its emptiness.
Sharpening the edges of your thoughts, nothing to buffer them, no conversation to dull the impact or direct them elsewhere.
Turning over memories like stones in your mind, examining their weight and texture, trying to find meaning in the cracks.
A two-way mirror of consciousness, you can see the reflection of yourself but cordoned off from the comfort of company.
2023 – Acrylic on canvas – 60cm x 60 cm
Sisterly Love
Beneath the moon, in quiet glow,
Where shadows stretch and rivers flow,
We stand together, hearts aligned,
Sisterly love, forever entwined.
The rocks are old, their edges worn,
Yet still, they hold the day reborn.
And like these stones, we find our way,
Through every dawn, through every fray.
In silences, we speak aloud,
In laughter’s light, in moments proud.
The moon above, the earth below,
Reflects the love we always know.
When tempests rage, when winds are wild,
I’ll be the calm, the steady child.
And you, my sister, through it all,
Will catch me every time I fall.
The rocks will erode, the tides will rise,
But under moonlit, endless skies,
Our love, like stone, will never break—
A bond as pure as dawn’s first wake.
2023 – 91.5 x 61 cm – Acrylic on canvas
Abseiling the Abyss
Standing at the mouth of the volcano, I face the fire of your fury—unwavering, unflinching. The ground trembles beneath me, the heat sears my skin, but I do not step back. Your anger erupts like molten rock, wild and consuming, yet I stand firm, knowing that even the fiercest inferno must burn itself out.
2023 – 61 x 91.5 cm – Acrylic on canvas
No More!
The wind howled across the barren land, sweeping dust into the air like ghosts whispering secrets. She had marched for years—through the forests of lies, the canyons of broken promises, and the endless fog of criticism. There was no destination, only the need to keep moving, trying to find the love she so dearly longed for.
For so long, she had walked, seeking love, yet always burdened by the belief that she was unworthy of it. That she was not enough. That she was fundamentally flawed in all she did. The more love she showed, the more kindness she offered, the more it was devoured—mercilessly, endlessly—never enough to feed the relentless appetite of those around her, who offered nothing in return.
Exhausted by her endless seeking, she stopped and gazed upwards in the stillness of her despair. And in that moment, the clouds shifted, revealing the truth— a hungry predator stalking in the sky. The realization struck her like a storm breaking over dry land.
It was never her fault.
It was never about her at all.
No more! She cried out at the shifting silhouette.
I have seen you now,
I know your game.
You will not make me
Live in shame.
The chains you forged
Have turned to dust,
Your hollow words
Have lost their trust.
I have a strength
You’ll never know,
So no more now—
Get out. Go.
2024 – 50.8 x 61 cm – Acrylic on canvas
Little Purple Play
In the vast expanse of the purple field, there is a quiet beauty in solitude, a peace that only the stillness of nature can offer. The soft sway of the flowers in the breeze seems to echo the rhythm of my own breath, a gentle reminder that solitude is not emptiness, but space for growth, reflection, and connection with the world in its purest form. The rich purple stretches endlessly before me, not as a reminder of isolation, but as a canvas where I can simply be, surrounded by the simplicity and elegance of nature’s quiet embrace. In this solitude, I find a peace that fills me rather than drains me, a beauty that blooms in the silence.
2022 – 91.5 x 61 cm – Acrylic on canvas
The Seat of Serenity
Beneath the sky so vast and blue,
Where golden sunlight drifts right through,
A faithful dog in silence lay,
At peace upon this breezy day.
The garden hums, so soft, so bright,
With petals swaying, bathed in light.
A gentle wind, both cool and free,
Dances through each leaf and tree.
The washing sways in gentle flight,
White linens catch the morning light.
They flutter, twist, then float once more,
Like sails upon a distant shore.
Yet still the dog just breathes and stays,
Eyes fast-closed in dreamy haze.
No rush, no fear, no need to roam,
For here, in warmth, he is at home.
The world may spin, the winds may call,
But in this garden, through it all,
He knows no longing, wants no more—
Just sun and breeze and earth’s soft floor.
2021 – 50.8 x 76.2 cm – Acrylic on canvas
Scattered Suppositions
Within a sky of red and gold,
The sunset paints its truths untold.
Clouds drift like thoughts, unchained, unbound,
Scattered suppositions all around.
Each colour shifts, a fleeting guess,
The world unsure, in soft distress.
And in the quiet, I too wonder,
What lies beyond? I’m cast asunder.
2022 – 50.5 x 76.5 cm – Acrylic on canvas
Perspective Deceptive
In a society of black and white,
Of what is wrong and what I say is right,
The world is painted in stark contrast,
Where shades of grey are lost, outcast.
But if you climb the mountains high,
And look beneath the painted sky,
You’ll see a landscape rich and true,
In hues of purple, violet, blue.
The peaks in lavender, deep and bold,
The sweeping blues, both soft and cold,
While rivers shimmer, clear and bright,
Reflecting the forgotten light.
In contrast, the valley dark and deep,
Where shadows linger, still they sleep,
Mirrors the world where rules are set,
But no one’s seen the colours yet.
For even in this world of right and wrong,
The truth is found where hearts belong—
In the spectrum wide, the hues so free,
Where life is more than just what we see.
2019 – 50.5 x 61.5 cm – Acrylic on canvas
How Much Further?
I climb where silence meets the sky,
Where restless winds and echoes cry.
The earth beneath, so worn and old,
Holds secrets carved in stone and cold.
Through mist-cloaked peaks and valleys deep,
I chase the truths I dare not keep.
Each step, a question left unsaid,
Each breath, a whisper from the dead.
The sun departs, the shadows grow,
The world is vast, yet I don’t know
If answers wait beyond this climb,
Or fade like footprints lost in time.
The stars emerge in silver streams,
Their glow ignites forgotten dreams.
And in their hush, I grow—
Meaning is not a place, but snow.
It shifts, it falls, it slips away,
Yet shines anew with each new day.
No path will end, no peak will stay,
But I will walk—come what may.
2020 – Triptych – 59.5 x 42 cm – Acrylic on canvas