Event Horizon
36 × 24 × 1.5 Inches, Acrylic & Oil on linen - 2025
There is a point where even light must turn back.
Where everything you’ve known folds in on itself —
color bending, breath thinning,
time stretched to silence.
It is not ending,
but threshold.
A soft collapse of form into feeling,
order into radiance,
the edge becoming the source.
In the distance, something stirs —
a shimmer, a soundless spark.
What breaks apart here
is not destroyed,
only changed —
falling inward to begin again.
Collector Notes:
In Event Horizon, boundaries become beginnings. Layers of acrylic and oil converge in a dense field of color, where darkness is not absence but potential. Pigments collide, dissolve, and reform — matter suspended between implosion and expansion. The work draws on the cosmological idea of the event horizon: the point beyond which light cannot return, yet from which new worlds are born. Here, the surface feels both infinite and contained — luminous edges pressing against deep shadow. It is a meditation on surrender and spark, the beauty of what happens when we cross the limits of what can be held.
36 × 24 × 1.5 Inches, Acrylic & Oil on linen - 2025
There is a point where even light must turn back.
Where everything you’ve known folds in on itself —
color bending, breath thinning,
time stretched to silence.
It is not ending,
but threshold.
A soft collapse of form into feeling,
order into radiance,
the edge becoming the source.
In the distance, something stirs —
a shimmer, a soundless spark.
What breaks apart here
is not destroyed,
only changed —
falling inward to begin again.
Collector Notes:
In Event Horizon, boundaries become beginnings. Layers of acrylic and oil converge in a dense field of color, where darkness is not absence but potential. Pigments collide, dissolve, and reform — matter suspended between implosion and expansion. The work draws on the cosmological idea of the event horizon: the point beyond which light cannot return, yet from which new worlds are born. Here, the surface feels both infinite and contained — luminous edges pressing against deep shadow. It is a meditation on surrender and spark, the beauty of what happens when we cross the limits of what can be held.