16×20 Oil on Wood Panel, 2025
As the piece came together, it distinctly shifted from a painting exercise to something much more meaningful. Something that felt like medicine. Like an honoring. Like validation of the immense power within us. It felt like hope…the version that is often forged only in supremely difficult times.
A quote has been circulating recently that sums it up perfectly.
"People speak of hope as if it is this delicate, ephemeral thing made of whispers and spiders' webs. It's not. Hope has dirt on her face, blood on her knuckles and the grit of cobblestone in her hair. And she just spat out a tooth as she got back up and went for another go".
16×20 Oil on Wood Panel, 2025
As the piece came together, it distinctly shifted from a painting exercise to something much more meaningful. Something that felt like medicine. Like an honoring. Like validation of the immense power within us. It felt like hope…the version that is often forged only in supremely difficult times.
A quote has been circulating recently that sums it up perfectly.
"People speak of hope as if it is this delicate, ephemeral thing made of whispers and spiders' webs. It's not. Hope has dirt on her face, blood on her knuckles and the grit of cobblestone in her hair. And she just spat out a tooth as she got back up and went for another go".
