2026
acrylic and watercolor
9 x 12 in.
This piece moves like a jungle. Layers of pinks, greens, and inky black forms tangle and collide - lush, chaotic, alive, and a little unforgiving. Creating a space that feels playful at first, but unsettled underneath. The marks read like fragments of language - gestures, symbols, instincts - trying to make sense of a world that doesn’t always make sense back. Shapes emerge and dissolve, as if nothing can fully hold its form for long.
“Do you know where the fuck you are? You’re in the jungle, baby.” --Axl Rose
This piece moves through that idea of the 'jungle" - not as a place, but as a condition. What once felt contained to a few cities and industries has stretched into something broader, woven into daily life. Survival, ambition, illusion, and imbalance overlap in ways that are harder to ignore. The system isn’t as clean as it pretends to be. A transitional time when making it forward can feel uncertain, and where not everything is as it appears. That what once felt stable may not be.
There’s beauty here, but it isn’t calm. It’s active. It adapts. It survives. Sharper lines cut through like moments of clarity, hinting at a growing awareness—that the veil is thinning, that power isn’t always where it claims to be, that more people are beginning to see the landscape for what it is.
Because once you see the jungle, you move through it differently.
And still—there is color, rhythm, and life pushing through it all.
2026
acrylic and watercolor
9 x 12 in.
This piece moves like a jungle. Layers of pinks, greens, and inky black forms tangle and collide - lush, chaotic, alive, and a little unforgiving. Creating a space that feels playful at first, but unsettled underneath. The marks read like fragments of language - gestures, symbols, instincts - trying to make sense of a world that doesn’t always make sense back. Shapes emerge and dissolve, as if nothing can fully hold its form for long.
“Do you know where the fuck you are? You’re in the jungle, baby.” --Axl Rose
This piece moves through that idea of the 'jungle" - not as a place, but as a condition. What once felt contained to a few cities and industries has stretched into something broader, woven into daily life. Survival, ambition, illusion, and imbalance overlap in ways that are harder to ignore. The system isn’t as clean as it pretends to be. A transitional time when making it forward can feel uncertain, and where not everything is as it appears. That what once felt stable may not be.
There’s beauty here, but it isn’t calm. It’s active. It adapts. It survives. Sharper lines cut through like moments of clarity, hinting at a growing awareness—that the veil is thinning, that power isn’t always where it claims to be, that more people are beginning to see the landscape for what it is.
Because once you see the jungle, you move through it differently.
And still—there is color, rhythm, and life pushing through it all.
