

Against an enveloping cobalt field, a chalk-white trunk rises like a quiet spine, its branching arteries releasing an exuberant canopy of jewel-toned leaves that read as both confetti and pulse. The thick, tactile paint turns each leaf into a small held moment—an insistence on presence—while the negative space of the sky becomes a contemplative silence around the tree’s celebratory breath. In this tension between restraint and abundance, the work suggests a life force that persists: memory, seasons, and renewal condensed into a single, radiant gesture.







