Collector Notes:
Layer by layer, Expanse builds its own gravity. Acrylic and texture mediums form a surface that both absorbs and releases light — plum into grey, grey into black, black into the faint shimmer of something alive. Across it, stars scatter in magenta, cyan, and yellow, tracing invisible ellipses, each one a small defiance of stillness.
The work moves even as it rests. Patterns repeat, dissolve, reform. Memory loops. Time folds. What appears infinite is, in truth, intimate — a record of the artist’s rhythm, the steady turning of hand and thought. To stand before it is to feel that turning inside yourself: the pull outward, the return home, the endless dance between them.
Collector Notes:
Layer by layer, Expanse builds its own gravity. Acrylic and texture mediums form a surface that both absorbs and releases light — plum into grey, grey into black, black into the faint shimmer of something alive. Across it, stars scatter in magenta, cyan, and yellow, tracing invisible ellipses, each one a small defiance of stillness.
The work moves even as it rests. Patterns repeat, dissolve, reform. Memory loops. Time folds. What appears infinite is, in truth, intimate — a record of the artist’s rhythm, the steady turning of hand and thought. To stand before it is to feel that turning inside yourself: the pull outward, the return home, the endless dance between them.