Gallery
Harvest of Ash
She labors through grief, not soil.
A mother. A mourner. A witness to what is taken.
There are no seeds left to plant-only memory, sorrow, and shadow.
Reflecting the Soul
Diving into the rawness-where the human form becomes a mirror of the inner life. This is more than realism. It's radical honesty. It's Creative Code at its most vulnerable.
Frida
What did Frida see through the pain? Capturing endurance, yet honoring how she translated suffering into beauty. Do you see thorns of strength, sorrow, or vision?
After the Work is Done
After the Work is Done is a portrait of a woman searching for shape in a life no longer built around others. This piece speaks of a post-purpose life-the way identity erodes when no one calls your name.
The Last Word
The strongest reply is silence. The quiet gravity of someone who's lived too much to pretend. A piece of stern resignation-the kind that doesn't collapse, but calcifies into strength.
Faultline Grace
A portrait of protest where resilience stands rooted and fists rise with purpose. This is the spark of change, captured in a moment.
Not Fragile-Forged
This is not a delicate heart. This is a survivor's heart. The golden cracks are proof of resilence. Every stitch, a testament. This heart wasn't shattered-it was strengthened.
Unsent-ed Blooms
Flowers that were never sent.Painted in bold, unapologetic color, this piece is the love, honor, and recognition left unsent. A celebration of beauty that blossoms whether or not it's witnessed.
The Lady
With a side-eye sharp enough to cut pie crust, The Lady keeps it together-even if everyone else falls apart. She didn't come here to gossip....but she's not above listening.
The Gentleman
He's said five words since 1973-and three of them were "hmmm." The Gentleman doesn't smile often, but when he does, crops grow better. Stoic? Sure. But dependable as a fence post and just as opinionated.
Bless Your House
Memaw’s got the Good Book, Papaw’s got the whiskey—and between them, a lifetime of front porch sermons, stubborn love, and Southern survival. Bless Your Home is a portrait of faith and fire, It’s not perfect, but it’s home—and that’s a blessing in itself.
The Kiss
In a moment equal parts mischief and devotion, Papaw dips Memaw like they’re dancing in a memory. The Kiss is a playful nod to enduring love—the kind that’s weathered storms, told stories, and still finds time to flirt on the front porch. It’s romance with wrinkles, sass with sweetness, and a reminder that affection doesn’t age—it deepens.
Breath of the Plains
A bold sweep of stormlight and prairie, this piece captures the wild hush before the sky breaks open. It's a heartbeat echoing across open Texas land.
Midnight Train
A moody night train cuts across a swirling sky and open plains. Inspired by van Gogh, this piece captures the quiet power of motion, mystery, and starlit solitude.
Night Harvest
Beneath a prairie moon, the field glows with the echo of effort and the hush of late-season labor. Night Harvest is a tribute to the unseen hours, where crops and dreams are both gathered in the dark. It’s a painting of resilience, timing, and the yield that comes from trusting the rhythm of your own work.
The Last Glow of Home
A warm light spills from the windows, holding back the dusk just a little longer. The Last Glow of Home captures that fleeting moment between day’s end and nightfall—when the house still hums with life, memory, and comfort. It’s a portrait of belonging, lit by habit, hope, and the hush of coming rest.
Lone Star Torque
A Texas star, a truck of gears, and the torque of tenacity—Lone Star Torque runs on pride and purpose. Where steampunk meets mechanical ingenuity beneath a glowing prairie sky.
The Tinkerer's Rest
After a long day of fixing what others gave up on, the old truck is parked and the porch light burns low. The Tinkerer’s Rest captures that sacred pause between labor and dusk—the quiet satisfaction of tools down and heart full. A piece that honors mechanical minds, weary hands, and the beauty of well-earned stillness.
Forged in Flora
Where rust meets radiance, and time itself flowers.” Forged in Flora is a steampunk-infused composition where delicate petals unfurl from gears, and a hidden moth or butterfly flutters within the flourish of metal and memory.
Gears
This piece honors the quiet strength of machinery—interlocking forms built for purpose, not perfection. Gears reflects the poetry of motion, where each worn edge tells a story of time, labor, and resilience. A tribute to mechanical ingenuity and the art of endurance.
She Sat and Spoke to God
A prayer not performed, but lived. A moment of surrender wrapped in strength.
“She Sat and Spoke to God” reminds us that faith is not always loud. Sometimes it’s a whisper in the dark—and sometimes, that’s enough.
Digital Disciple
He's not searching for the truth. He already found it-in the comment section. Lit by the blue glow of certainty, he read one article, saw three posts, and now he's ready to testify.