12×12×1 ½ Acrylic on wood panel. 2 hearts joined as though tethered by something unspoken. The weathered, pitted surface carrying the amber and umber bloom of deep rust. Once perhaps decorative, now recovered from a forgotten place, and transformed by time.
There is weight here, and also tenderness. The hearts have not crumbled. They endure — oxidized, marked, imperfect — still recognizably themselves. The composition leans right, leaving a vast quiet expanse to the left, as though the painting is asking the viewer to sit with that emptiness rather than look away from it.
This is a painting about what survives. About the things we hang onto, and the things that hang onto us — rusted, yes, but still whole.
12×12×1 ½ Acrylic on wood panel. 2 hearts joined as though tethered by something unspoken. The weathered, pitted surface carrying the amber and umber bloom of deep rust. Once perhaps decorative, now recovered from a forgotten place, and transformed by time.
There is weight here, and also tenderness. The hearts have not crumbled. They endure — oxidized, marked, imperfect — still recognizably themselves. The composition leans right, leaving a vast quiet expanse to the left, as though the painting is asking the viewer to sit with that emptiness rather than look away from it.
This is a painting about what survives. About the things we hang onto, and the things that hang onto us — rusted, yes, but still whole.