The White Rabbit

24x24”
Acrylic on Canvas
Available

The flowers symbolize different facets of love and passion. The rabbit brings luck and agility. I wanted to show how the snow and ice sparkle like stars in the sky and the prisms of ice crystals in the snowy fields. Being able to stare this deathly cold in the face and see a heavenly wonderland is a gift that not many have, yet it is often the lifeblood of those who have it. A unique feeling of freedom accompanies the board we strap to our feet, a sense of invincibility and humility. No one comes out unscathed, but is that not part of the beauty?

I have never felt the flow like I have snowboarding. Never have I trusted the universe like when I’m weaving in and out of trees, some separated by barely the width of my snowboard. Pushing the limits of control in a way that if I lose it for a moment, disaster will strike. It’s a love unlike any other. The adrenaline makes me feel a way I wish painting could. Anyone who understands the feeling of pushing the body's boundaries in extreme sports understands this flow and sense of limitless freedom.

The Great Healing

16x20”
Mischtechnik on Canvas
2020
Available

This is one of the first paintings I started after lockdown. It calls for healing not just physically, but socially, emotionally, and culturally. To not simply put a bandaid over the wounds, but to bring the shadows to light and come to terms with ourselves and each other as perfectly flawed, squishy, yet resilient humans. I wanted this painting to call community together and use our collective power to manifest the best possible reality moving forward.

Om tara tuttara ture svaha

The White Tara Mantra was taught to me by Thangka painting master, Romio Shrestha. Upon integrating it into my practice, I felt compelled to paint this vision of healing I originally had during a meditation at one of Amanda Sage’s workshops. The White Tara is compassionate and heals wounds of the body and mind. While we still have a long way to go, I think we can leave this world a better place.

Creature At Cascade

8x10”
Acrylic on Canvas
2022
Available

Not quite of this world
There is wonder in this place
I feel, and I see

I have always been
Yet newly manifested
gently exploring

This place is the same
But I see it with new eyes
New soul, new body

Stretching in the sun
dancing slowly with the rays
This piece of peace sings

I’m not whom I thought
Reflected in the water
Stares something greater

Blessing at Brush Creek

16x20”
Acrylic on Canvas
2022

The trees bend towards her majesty
the birds sing to her arrival
The Queen appears with a merciful smile
She’s happy to know of your survival

She graces you with shining rainbow light
You are her bright and shiny knight
She looks at you with loving eyes
She’s come to give you a surprise

“Be gentle, pet; now you may rest
for your body must be weary.
This task is not
for the faint of heart,
I’ve seen your might shine clearly”

Your legs give out under the weight of the mind
tears start streaming from your eyes
“Rest” is foreign, but you go no further
Rest is violently given if it cannot be nurtured.

The Queen smiles and says goodbye
Even in pain, you know she’s right
you lay your head and say goodnight
You’ll need your all at the next fight.

Spriggan at Pipestem

14”x18”
Acrylic on Canvas
2022

Autumn leaves color the trees like fire
Mycelium fruits from spores.
Magical pyres
And thorny briars
Open ancient doors.
The water moves with gentle waves
Cold air blows from the North.
From distant plains
Here walks the Fae,
Watch as one comes forth.
The spirit consumes the offered fruit
and grounds itself to trees.
Its feet take root
as branches shoot
And now it is set free.

Fae/Goblin

16x20”
Acrylic on Canvas
2022
Available

What is identity?
What is authentically me?
I was told openness isn’t vulnerability
And wondered about how to be vulnerable with myself.
I thought that sculpting myself of shiny metal into everyone’s fantasy
would somehow form what became me.
I sit by my fire just inside where the guardians stand, staring into the dark.
“Come back” it beckons as the cracks in the layers of masks creep and crumble.

I know what it means to go back

To navigate the winding tunnels under the mountains
To peel back layers of mud caked onto fractured crystals of the mind
Facets of my soul frozen in time
And walls threatening to cave in.
I know the moment will never be perfect, but if I want to heal,
I need to get on the boat and face it.

Just do it.