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A moment caught between light and water. Vertical rivers of color pour down the canvas like city lights shimmering in a rain slick street or sunlight fracturing across a tide pool. The eye moves up and down the drips, then catches-a pale ghost in the white, a deep pocket of violet, a flash of turquoise-each a reflection within a reflection.
Built in layers, not planned. What reads as chaos from across the room becomes quiet and personal up close-like standing still while everything else moves around you.
It’s about those in-between moments when you see yourself in something else.
Medium: Acrylic on canvas, heavy impasto and translucent glazes.
Palette: Electric lime, emerald, crimson, magenta, turquoise, violet, titanium white and umber shadows.
Vibe: Joyful, energetic and contemplative-neon rain meets coastal light, a celebration of color that still feels grounded and reflective.
Dimensions: 50 × 39 × 3
An evocative abstract figurative work in layered tones of slate gray, soft aqua, ivory, and charcoal black. Ghostlike forms emerge and dissolve through gestural brushwork — a face, a shoulder, a memory half-remembered.
We love this piece for its quiet intensity. It's moody without being dark, sophisticated without trying too hard. The distressed white frame is part of the story — it holds all that movement in.
Painted with a raw, expressive hand, the surface has depth you can feel — washes of blue over bold, smoky strokes. It changes as the light changes.
Medium: Acrylic / Mixed Media on Canvas - Framed Original
Color Palette: Gray, Aqua Blue, Ivory, Black, Taupe
Style: Abstract Figurative, Contemporary, Wabi-Sabi
Vibe: Moody, Calm, Sophisticated, Coastal Contemporary
Dimensions: 32.5 × 42.5 × 2.5
It is not a face you see clearly. It is a face you remember having seen — in a dream, in a church fresco half-erased by time, in the plaster of an old house at noon.
The paint itself is the subject. Thick, troweled, almost edible — encaustic-like layers of ochre and olive built up and then scraped back, revealing a ghostly underpainting of sage and bone. In the center, a countenance barely coalesces: two eyes, unfocused and luminous, one catching more light than the other as if turned toward a window that exists outside the canvas. The nose is a single, quiet vertical ridge. The mouth, a soft indentation — not speaking, not closed in judgment, just being.
There is no hard edge anywhere. The face dissolves into its own ground, the background of mossy verdigris and warm sand folding back into cheek and forehead. You cannot tell where figure ends and field begins. That dissolution is the whole point. It is a painting about presence that is almost absence — about how a person lingers after they have left the room, about memory as texture.
In certain light the golds glow — a honeyed, antiqued gold that feels sacred rather than decorative, like gilding worn thin by centuries of touch. In shadow it goes quiet, nearly monochrome, a meditation stone.
It does not command a room. It stills it. It asks you to lower your voice.
Medium: Encaustic and heavy impasto oil over textured gesso on paper, float-mounted on natural Belgian linen
Palette: Celadon, sage, green moss, malachite white, honey ochre, acid gold, apricot
Dimensions: 29.5 × 37.5 × 3
This is not a portrait you look at. It is a presence that looks back.
An elongated, totemic face emerges from a storm of emerald, viridian, and deep jungle teal — brushstrokes raw and urgent, almost carved rather than painted. The eyes are the anchor: acid-chartreuse, heavy-lidded, half-awake, holding a knowing that feels ancient. They do not meet your gaze directly; they see through you, to something behind you.
Around them, the face is mapped with ritual geometry — a sharp peach triangle on one cheek, a golden ochre triangle on the other, a flame-like crest on the forehead in coral and tangerine. These are not decorations; they read as markings, scars, blessings. Three thin, white incisions rake the right cheek — a gesture of both wounding and wisdom. The mouth is full, sensual, and disquieting — layered in coral, rust, teal, and a flash of orange, slightly parted as if mid-incantation.
The ground vibrates. Turquoise and lime green foliage presses in from the edges, dissolving the boundary between figure and forest, self and spirit. You cannot tell if this being is emerging from the jungle or if the jungle is emerging from him. That ambiguity is the power. He is guardian, ancestor, oracle — a threshold keeper standing between the visible and invisible worlds, reminding you that you belong to both.
Medium: Acrylic and oil pastel on canvas.
Palette: Viridian, emerald, teal, sap green, turquoise, acid yellow, peach, golden ochre, tangerine, burnt umber, indigo black, cream white
Vibe: Powerful, mystical, Shamanic glam-sacred art that holds a billionaire penthouse. Intense, soulful, unforgettable-not background art, but altar art.
Dimensions: 30 × 37.5 × 3
This is not paint. It is a weather system caught on canvas — a rose-colored ark adrift in its own atmosphere.
Five spirits hidden in blush.
At lower right, a steer head in profile — burnt sienna nose, horn curling into tangerine haze, eye cast in amber gold. He is patient, grounded, the earth anchor of the piece. Just above him, in the smoke of rose and ash, the shadow of a monkey face emerges — not drawn, but suggested by negative space, a wise trickster watching from the veil, chin tucked, brow furrowed.
At bottom left, the bunny — that plump, impossible raspberry blob you spotted first. Flushed, soft, slightly turned, ear tipped in apricot. Under her, almost subliminal, the turtle — a slow-moving dome of honey ochre and burnt orange, ancient and unhurried, carrying the whole blush world on his back.
And then, the flight — the blue bird top right. A sudden, shocking dive of lapis and cobalt through violet storm clouds, wings tucked, breaking the pink with pure sky. He is the only one in motion, the only one escaping.
They are not painted on. They are found — like shapes in clouds after rain. The paint itself does the hiding: wet-on-wet alcohol inks and aqueous veils, metallic gold dust suspended in blush, bleeding into cerulean. Areas of raw, granular texture where pigment pooled and dried, areas of sheer translucence where you see breath itself.
It is at once playful and sacred. A child's search-and-find, and an adult's myth.
Medium: Alcohol ink, aqueous pigment and metallic gold dust on canvas.
Palette: Dusty rose, raspberry sorbet, marmalade, honey gold, apricot, bone white, lapis lazuli, cobalt, violet, sienna, umber
Vibe: Mythic kitsch meets high-gloss luxury. Joyful, erotic, talismanic. It stops guests mid-cocktail: “Wait—is that a…?” And then they are lost hunting for the five.
Dimensions: 34 × 43 × 3
It is midnight in the deep, and the lights are on.
Your jellyfish — mint-green dome hovering at the top of the frame like a moon held under water — does not swim. It drifts. Slow. Inevitable. And from beneath it pours pure neon — not light, but living color — hot pink, tangerine, coral, acid gold, lavender, electric red, all falling like silk ribbons in a current you cannot see but you can feel.
The dome is matte, almost chalky, hand-brushed with visible breath marks, a ghost of cerulean and sea glass. It is quiet. It is restraint. And then beneath it, chaos — unrestrained, calligraphic tendrils that never stop moving. Each one is a different creature: some thick as rope, some thin as hair, some looping back on themselves, some diving straight down into indigo abyss. You can almost hear them sizzle.
This is what neon does underwater. It shouldn't exist. Color that hot should not live that deep. But here it does — bioluminescence turned into couture.
It is not a painting of a jellyfish. It is the jellyfish itself — that slow, silent, beautiful danger that stops you from breathing for a second.
Medium: Acrylic and oil pastel on canvas.
Palette: Ocean teal, sea glass mint, cerulean wash, mineral white, neon coral, hot magenta, tangerine, acid gold, raspberry, electric lavender, midnight navy
Vibe: Ultra luxury ocean noir. Bio-luxe, sleek, hypnotic. Midnight at a private aquarium-dangerous beauty, drifting slowly, glowing from within.
Dimensions: 30 × 53.5 × 3
A mythic creature emerges from time itself — gilded in molten gold and burnished copper, caught mid-stride across a weathered, crackled earth.
Hand-built in heavy texture, this ancient-style dragon is less a drawing than an excavation. The surface is deeply cracked and fossilized like dried riverbed clay or old temple plaster, with the beast carved in relief and laid in luminous gold leaf and copper — the edges glowing with a faint ember-red where the metal meets the ground.
With its long, curved beak, crowned head, and great spiked wings or antlers, it feels part dragon, part prehistoric cave painting, part medieval icon — a guardian spirit from a lost civilization. The primitive, almost child-like power of the silhouette contrasts beautifully with the luxury of the gold, making it both raw and regal.
The black and gold floater frame contains it perfectly — like a fragment of an ancient wall brought into a modern, sleek interior.
Medium: Heavy textured mixed media with gold and copper leaf gilding on panel
Mood: Primal, protective, talismanic — a totem for a modern home. It brings instant warmth, history, and a touch of mythology to a contemporary white or coastal space.
Vibe: Ancient, mythical, deeply textured organic. The clean, modern black frame paired with a thin inner gold accent line beautifully boxes in the raw, organic chaos of the artwork. This grounds it, elevating it from a rustic relic to an upscale, contemporary gallery piece.
Dimensions: 39.75 × 49.5 × 3.5
Monet painted what the eye saw — light dissolving on water, a garden caught between breaths. This painting paints what the hand feels.
You are hovering above a private pond at 10 a.m., high coastal sun. The water is not blue. It is Caribbean turquoise, deep lapis, emerald and aqua layered with a glazing so luminous you swear you can see down to the koi shadows. And floating on it — not painted flat — but sculpted. Real, raised, tactile lily pads built up with heavy-body texture, cracked and veined like living leaves, edged in sun-gold. You can feel their ruffled edges with your eyes. They catch the light.
And then the blooms. Three pink water lilies — not soft. Architectural. Hot blush, magenta core, yellow heart. Impasto petals laid on thick with a palette knife, so each petal holds a shadow. The central one is open, fully awake, a starburst. The upper one is a little shyer, drifting. The lower one is small, a whispered echo. They are not just on the water. They are floating above it, in relief.
That gold swirl you see — those are the meridian lines, the currents, the sun path on water. A subtle golden tide moving through the turquoise, catching the pads, guiding the eye in a lazy S from the bottom to the top. It's the kind of detail that makes a luxury interior feel designed around the painting.
It is serene but not quiet. It is luxury but not cold. It is Monet's subject with a coastal sculptor's hand.
Medium: Heavy body acrylic, impasto, oil pastels, palette knife
Palette: Caribbean turquoise, deep lagoon teal, lapis blue, emerald wash, aqua mist, golden current, moss green, hot blush pink, yellow heart
Vibe: Ultra luxury coastal garden-serene, sculptural, resort-spa bliss with designer punch.
Dimensions: 31 × 50 × 2
Two sides of water, one strip of land holding them apart.
The outer panels are the Atlantic — turquoise, seafoam, pale aqua, whitewash, cerulean — all those layers of water color dragged down vertically like tide marks, light on shallow water, scraped and textured so you feel the spray and the sand underneath. Cool, airy, calm. That endless blue.
And in the middle — the land. Narrow, dense, layered, lived-in. Greens of sea oats and palms and marsh grass, but also the colors of earth — red clay, orange rust, yellow sun, little pops of life built up thick with palette knife, messy and textured and real. You can see the history of it — roads, fields, rooftops, flowers, roots — all compressed into that one vertical strip between two oceans.
It’s a map without being a map. A coastline memory. Anyone who lives on that thin strip of land between water and water — like we do in Surfside — feels it instantly. Water on both sides, holding you.
Medium: Textured acrylic on canvas, palette knife and brushwork
Palette: Turquoise, aqua, seafoam, cerulean blue, mint, white
Vibe: Coastal abstract, meditative but rooted.
Dimensions: 49.5 × 39.5 × 3.5
A liminal forest captured at the exact moment day surrenders to dusk. Vertical trunks stand like a dark veil, their bare branches scratching at a sky on fire — not a literal sunset, but a remembered one, layered in washes of persimmon, paprika, and molten amber.
The painting breathes in two registers: above, urgency and heat — the forest canopy igniting; below, quiet and dissolution — a wildflower meadow breaking apart into loose, impressionist dabs of ivory, lavender blush, moss, and violet. That lower third is not rendered, it is suggested — white and pink flecks hovering over umber earth like the last light catching meadow grass.
There is no path, no figure, no focal point to settle on. Instead you move through the trunks toward a pale clearing that never quite resolves. It’s a painting about thresholds — between seasons, between abstraction and landscape, between holding on and letting go. The more you stand with it, the less forest it becomes and the more feeling.
Medium: Mixed media on canvas, acrylic glaze with charcoal underdrawing and oil pastel dry-brush
Palette: Burnt sienna, marmalade ochre, paprika red, deep umber, olive, moss green, lilac haze, antique gold
Vibe: Contemplative, hushed, gallery-minimal with inner heat. Modern wabi-sabi. The quiet that comes right after something beautiful or before night falls.
Dimensions: 32 × 42 × 3
If happiness had a color, this would be it.
A vertical explosion of hot fuchsia, carnival red, sunburst orange, acid green, turquoise and deep violet — all dripping, colliding, and singing at once. It feels like a summer street festival seen through a rainstorm, or a coral reef at high noon, or the view from inside a kaleidoscope just as it turns.
There’s no quiet in this painting — and that’s the point. Layers of gestural, almost graffiti-like marks, vertical drips that pull the eye up and down, scrapes and washes that reveal buried color underneath. A slash of neon green cuts through like sea glass, a veil of pink softens the heat. It’s chaotic, but controlled — that tightrope you walk so well — and the clean white frame contains it like a window into another, more vibrant dimension.
On that soft beige wainscoted wall, it does exactly what a collector wants art to do: it wakes the whole room up. One piece, and the entire space feels alive, coastal, and unapologetically alive.
Medium: High-energy acrylic mixed media on panel, white floater frame
Palette: Fuchsia, magenta, coral red, lime green, turquoise, orange and violet — 100% vibrant
Vibe: Joyful, exuberant, electric. Pure dopamine. The ultimate statement piece for a neutral space that needs a heartbeat.
Dimensions: 35 × 43.5 × 2.5
That perfect, glowing moment when the light turns golden and everything feels good — that's HAPPY HOUR.
This original abstract is all sunshine. A warm, buttery yellow canvas comes alive with a cocktail of color — splashes of tangerine, fuchsia, cobalt blue, emerald, lime and violet, tossed across the surface like confetti at a celebration. Loose gestural arcs, playful drips, and layered marks give it that spontaneous, happy-hour energy: fun, free, a little fizzy, totally uplifting.
It’s bold from across the room and full of delightful discoveries up close. The painting has real texture and depth — you can see the movement of the brush and the joy in the making.
It works everywhere you want light. It warms up a crisp modern interior, adds a happy pop to coastal linen and natural wood, and turns a plain white wall into a focal point.
If you want your home to feel like permanent golden hour, this is your piece.
Medium-Acrylic on canvas
Palette: Bright orange, yellow, purple
Vibe: Joyful, Sunny, Celebratory, Modern
HAPPY HOUR is about that daily lift. Hang it where you start your morning or end your day — it delivers.
Dimensions: 33 × 43.5 × 2.5
This is not a landscape. It is a memory the pluff mud kept.
You are standing at the edge of a Gullah garden just after sunset in the low country — that hour when the air gets heavy, the mosquitoes go quiet, and the light turns wrong. The sky is not supposed to be this color. Haint blue has gone hot. It has bled from porch ceiling blue into fuchsia, into fever pink, into bruised magenta — the sky itself is haunted and blooming at once.
In the foreground, three ancient live oaks, stripped to bone, twisted by a hundred hurricanes. They do not grow. They reach. Their bark is not paint — it is impasto laid on with a knife so thick you can feel the years in it, gnarled, scarred, lit on one side by that unnatural glow. Between them, there is a window — that hit of yellow gold deep in the thicket. Is it the last of the sun through the marsh grass? Is it a lantern in an abandoned house? Or is it a haint light, hovering, leading you deeper where you should not go?
And at their feet — the offerings. That impossible, almost vulgar burst of flowers. Hot pink, magenta, deep violet, orchid purple, all dabbed on in thick, juicy dabs like someone scattered bottle-tree beads and they took root. In the low country, you leave bright colors for the spirits so they get lost in the beauty and don't follow you home. These flowers are that bright. Too bright to be natural. They glow against the damp greens and murky browns like they are breathing on their own.
This is what it looks like when the veil is thin. The trees remember every soul that passed under them. The sky holds its breath. The flowers are an apology, a ward, a spell.
The haunting is clear. It is beautiful and a little wrong, which is exactly how low country magic should be.
Medium: Heavy-body acrylic and oil impasto on canvas, palette knife
Palette: Bruised rose, hot fuchsia, fever magenta, sunset tangerine, weathered oak brown, burnt umber, ash grave, clay sienna, deep violet, orchid pink, pluff-mud green, grave purple
Vibe: Low country gothic meets high Southern luxury. Haunted, humid, hypnotic, deeply romantic. Think stone fireplace, a glass of bourbon, and a story about the porch you painted blue but the Haints came in anyway.
Dimensions: 32 × 42 × 1.5
Step into an enchanted forest at golden hour.
ENCHANTED CANOPY I is the first in a collector's series of three. The upper canopy explodes like wildflowers in bloom — fuchsia, tangerine, cobalt, emerald, lemon and violet — dense, joyful, almost pointillist. Then, like rain through trees, the color melts and drips vertically down into a deep, earthy forest floor of rich browns, rusts, and shadowy teal. It's both a garden and a waterfall of color.
This is an original, one-of-a-kind painting — not a print — with beautiful thick texture, visible brushwork and layered drips that catch the light.
Presented in a gallery-finished custom framing that was chosen specifically for this series: crisp white outer frame, warm gold inner edges that pick up the golden highlights in the canopy, and a wide slate blue backing liner that makes the pinks glow and ties perfectly to coastal interiors. The framing alone elevates it to a designer piece.
Styled on a light grey wall in a bright ocean-facing living room — the perfect balance where the art is the star but the ocean view still breathes. We added pops of color with cushions to show how you can pull those hot pinks, turquoises and yellows into your whole room.
Collect I, II & III as a triptych, or let I stand alone as a statement of pure joy.
Details:
Medium: Acrylic on paper
Palette: Gold, silver, pink, turquoise, red, yellow
Vibe: Perfect for coastal living room, modern beach house, loft
Dimensions: 28 × 35.5 × 3.75
NOCTURNE is the second in the collector's series of three. While the first painting burst with floral color, this one draws you deep into the forest after dark. Layers upon layers of history — scraping, dripping, revealing — in deep wine, oxblood, burnt sienna, charcoal, midnight blue and flashes of hot fuchsia and electric cobalt. It feels like an ancient tapestry, a codex, a city seen through rain at night. Quiet from a distance, impossibly complex up close.
This is an original, one-of-a-kind painting — not a print — with heavy, tactile texture. Built up over time with palette knife, dry brush and translucent washes. You can see the years in it.
Presented in the same gallery-finished custom framing as No. I for a true diptych/triptych: crisp white outer frame, warm gold inner lip that catches lamplight, and a deep black backing liner. On No. II the black liner is essential — it lets the painting float like a jewel and disappear into dark, sophisticated walls.
Styled in its perfect environment — This is a collector's painting for a room with books, whiskey, and low light. It also sings on a light grey wall if you want to keep your shop palette consistent.
Collect ENCHANTED CANOPY I, II & III together. I brings the light, II brings the depth.
Details:
Medium: Acrylic on paper
Palette: Violet, purple, pink, Prussian blue, titanium white
Vibe: Study, library, office, moody primary bedroom, lounge with dark walls
Dimensions: 28 × 35.5 × 3.75
The celebration. The finale. The jubilee.
ENCHANTED CANOPY III — JUBILEE is the third and final painting in the Enchanted Canopy collector's series — and it was made to be the exclamation point.
If I was Daybreak and II was Nocturne, III is pure Carnival. A dense, joyful explosion of color — raspberry, fuchsia, tangerine, lemon yellow, lime, emerald, cobalt and violet — scattered like confetti, like fireworks, like a garden in full, wild bloom. From a distance it reads warm and festive, a burst of red-gold happiness. Up close, it's a universe: hundreds of tiny dabs of color, scrapes, drips, and translucent veils built up over weeks. Every inch rewards a closer look.
Presented in our unified series framing for a true triptych: crisp white outer frame, warm gold inner lip that glows in lamplight, and a deep black backing liner. The black liner is what makes Jubilee pop — it contains the chaos and makes every single dot of color sing, especially on a light grey wall.
Styled in a bright ocean-facing coastal living room with a linen sofa and pops of color cushions in hot pink, turquoise, lime, orange and yellow pulled directly from the canvas. This lifestyle shot shows buyers exactly how to live with it: joyful, beach-modern, unapologetically colorful.
Collect all three: Hang I, II and III together for the full story — Dawn, Night, and Jubilee.
Details:
Medium: Acrylic on paper
Palette: Vivid jewel colors
Vibe: Celebratory, festive, free
Perfect for:
Ocean living room, creative loft, colorful maximalist home, joyful modern beach house, art collector's final piece to complete the triptych
Dimensions: 28 × 35.5 × 3.75
A single, bleeding planet hangs alone in infinite darkness.
Heavily textured pressed paper, almost like charred earth or ancient parchment, is stained and sealed in deep graphite, charcoal, and umber black — the void. In its center, a thick, impasto sphere burns in molten red, crimson, and oxidized rust — cracked, blistered, fissured like a world in its final throes, its atmosphere torn away.
Then the light hits.
Built on wood with integrated LED backlighting in the frame, a halo of molten amber-gold bleeds from behind the paper, turning the rough deckled edge into a solar flare. The whole void glows. The planet doesn't just sit on the wall — it radiates. In daylight it's somber and powerful; at night, with the LED on, it's an eclipse — a dying sun seen from a million miles away.
It's at once apocalyptic and deeply beautiful — a meditation on endings, solitude, fragility, and the stubborn, terrible beauty of a last light that refuses to go out.
Medium: Textured acrylic on pressed paper mounted on wood panel, with warm LED backlit floater frame
Palette: Abyssal black, charcoal, and umber void with a molten red-crimson planet and amber gold back-glow
Vibe: Cinematic, contemplative, museum-minimal. One of those pieces that owns a dark wall and makes a whole room go quiet.
Dimensions: 22 × 34.75 x 3.5
Set against a deep, velvety crimson ground, two massive organic forms float — part bloom, part archipelago, part living cell under a microscope.
This is fluid art at its most refined and most untamed at once. Acrylic pours of smoky taupe, olive, deep violet, molten orange and acid lime green collide and marble into each other, creating lacy cellular edges, feathered veins, and iridescent pools that you only get when pigment truly moves on its own. The top bloom burns with sunset oranges and purples; the bottom holds a cool, secret heart of ice blue and lime — like a hidden lagoon.
The negative space is everything. That bold, matte red — not a background, but an active force — cuts between and around the forms like a river of lava, or blood, or the bold matisse cut of a flower. It isolates the chaos and makes it precious. Framed in that airy white floater over natural linen, it feels both botanical and geological — an exotic flower pressed between pages, or a satellite view of two islands drifting.
It's sensual, powerful, and completely contemporary — abstract expressionism with a designer's eye. A collector stops because of the red, then stays because of the universe inside it.
Medium: Fluid acrylic / mixed media on paper, mounted on crimson ground, white floater frame with linen matting
Palette: Deep crimson red with organic pours of bronze, olive, violet, neon orange, lime, and cerulean
Mood: Lush, organic, dramatic. Bold but elegant — nature's chaos framed with precision.
Dimensions: 30 × 38.5 × 3.5
A high-energy original where neon color explodes against a deep black ground. Vertical pours and splatters of hot magenta, lime green, electric blue, and tangerine orange create a sense of celebration and movement — like city lights in the rain or fireworks frozen mid-air.
Painted with a fearless hand, this piece is pure joy and pure color. The black frame and crisp white mat contain the energy and make it gallery-ready.
Medium: Acrylic / Mixed Media on Paper - Original Framed in Black with White Mat
Palette: Jet Black, Neon Magenta, Lime Green, Electric Blue, Tangerine Orange, Lemon Yellow, Hot Pink
Style: Abstract Expressionism, Drip / Splatter, Contemporary Pop, Color Field
Vibe: Energetic, Bold, Joyful, Modern, Statement, Playful, Nightlife
Dimensions: 29 × 37 × 1
A burst of pure joy. Vertical ribbons of color pour down the canvas — electric blue, magenta, fuchsia, lime, sunshine yellow — over deep layers of purple and black.
This is a statement piece. Bold, energetic, and impossible to ignore, but the black frame and white mat give it just enough breathing room to live beautifully in a beach house or modern living room.
Look how it holds the light. The drips and washes catch different colors as you move around it — from across the room it's a waterfall of color, up close it's all texture and movement, maybe a bamboo forest.
Medium: Acrylic / Mixed Media on Canvas - Original Framed in Black with White Mat
Palette: Electric Blue, Magenta, Fuchsia, Lime Green, Lemon Yellow, Deep Purple, Black, White
Vibe: Mystical bamboo forest
Dimensions: 29 x 37 × 1
An ancient traveler emerges from a sea of texture and light.
Painted in layers of weathered gold, burnt umber, rust and deep indigo over a churning ground of Atlantic blue, this abstract sea turtle does not swim — it glides. The heavily impastoed shell, built up with palette knife and poured pigment, holds the history of a hundred tides. Around it, the water breaks apart into flecks of white foam, coral dust, and sunlit aqua — the very color of the water off Surfside on a clear June morning.
It is not a literal turtle, but the memory of one — seen from above as it passes over shallow reef, slow, wise, unhurried. A creature that has seen it all and keeps going.
Framed in your signature white floater with natural linen mat, the texture becomes precious, like a fossil or a relic found on the beach and brought home.
Medium: Acrylic/Textured Mixed Media on Canvas
Palette: Cerulean Blue, Ocean Blue, Warm Ochre, Burnt Gold, Deep Teal, Coral Rust, Soft Linen, White
Style: Coastal Abstract Impressionism
Vibe: Joyful, Serene, Coastal
Dimensions: 30 × 38 × 3.5
This is the low country itself, but from above — like you're in a small plane looking down at the water at low tide.
It's not a landscape you stand in front of, it's one you drift over. All those horizontal bands are currents — the way the water moves over sandbars, the way pluff mud shows through, the way salt marsh and sky reflect each other until you can't tell which is which.
It starts pale at the top — white foam, sky blue — then deepens into cobalt and midnight blue, cuts of emerald and sea green where the marsh grass is just under the surface. Then it settles into lavender and wisteria purple at the bottom, that soft purple light we get here at dusk, with little shocks of hot pink and lime green where life just bursts through.
Nothing is still. Everything is swirling, marbled, pulling sideways. That's the drift. Water never stops moving here.
In the white float frame it feels like a window open to that air — bright, coastal, light
Medium: Fluid Acrylic and brush
Palette: Pale sky, aqua, cerulean, cobalt, emerald, lime, pink, fuchsia
Vibe: Aerial coastal abstract, calm but moving
Dimensions: 27.5 × 22. x 3
Oh, they're watching. And gossiping. Definitely gossiping.
Four little sea spirits — round, blue, wide-eyed and unapologetically nosy — float in a churning ocean of salt, foam, and old sailor stories. One pops up in a wave curl, one drifts like a surprised moon, one just bobs there judging your beach hair. They are ancient, silly, and a little bit salty, just like Surfside regulars on the pier.
Textured with real surf energy — scraped, splashed, and swirled in layers of Atlantic blue, seafoam white, driftwood brown and storm gray — this is not a quiet painting. It's a conversation starter that refuses to be quiet. Guests will stand in front of it and say "Wait, do you see the faces?" And then they can't unsee them.
Framed in your crisp white floater, they float like specimens of pure Lowcountry folklore — playful, slightly haunted, and totally lovable.
Medium: Acrylic on canvas
Palette: Seafoam, gray, phyllo blue, titanium white
Vibe: Playful, interesting conversation piece
Dimensions: 26 × 20 × 3
A river seen not from above, but from within.
This is water remembering where it came from. Deep emerald and malachite green surge against onyx black, then fracture into veins of turquoise so bright it feels like light coming through ice. Through it all, molten gold cuts a wild tributary — not painted on, but pulled, as if the river found gold in the bedrock and decided to carry it.
Stand close and you can see the geology of it — layers, swirls, eddies, the push and pull of currents colliding. Step back and it resolves into a map of somewhere you know in your bones: a forest river after rain, a canyon seen from a ridge, the moment a storm breaks and the sun hits the water.
Tall and narrow by design, this is not a painting that demands a big wall. It was made for the places other art can't go — the column between windows, the slim wall in an entry, the quiet pillar in a modern home that needs a pulse and a vertical breath.
It's dark, jewel-like, and alive. The kind of piece that makes a hallway feel like a destination.
Medium: Acrylic pour and brush
Palette: Black, deep charcoal, turquoise, emerald green, antique gold, warm ochre, lemon
Vibe: Organic luxury-water + stone + gold
Dimensions: 13 × 36 × 2
This is pure joy on canvas. Tall, narrow, vertical energy — like confetti falling in slow motion, or a garden viewed through a kaleidoscope.
From top to bottom it's a collision of happy accidents — thick, buttery brushstrokes of emerald green, sunflower yellow, cherry red, turquoise blue all tumbling over a ground of soft lavender, dusty rose, and warm mauve. Nothing is planned, everything is felt. You can see where the palette knife dragged, where the brush flicked, where one color was laid wet over another. It's chaotic but controlled — a celebration.
Medium: Acrylic on canvas, thick impasto/palette knife
Palette: Cherry red, fuchsia, lime green, lavender, lilac, mauve, burnt orange, mint green, ochre, sky blue
Vibe: Joyful chaos, vertical waterfall of color
Dimensions: 13 × 36 × 2
This one is a dancer — light, airy, uplifting. Like a plume or a fountain of peacock feathers caught mid-bloom.
From the bottom it erupts upward — cerulean blue, turquoise, and sapphire feathers unfurling, tipped with lemon yellow and lime. Around the edges, the background washes in soft, romantic haze — dusty rose, peach, mauve, powder pink, warm sand and taupe — where the paint bled and feathered. You can see the string-pull or feather-drag technique in the fine lines radiating out — delicate as a dandelion clock.
Top right has that little surprise pop — hot pink lip and a deep blue dot, like an eye. Lower left glows with buttery yellow light breaking through. It's joyful but serene, not chaotic. The black mat makes those pastels and blues snap — like a tropical bird in a shadow box.
Medium: Acrylic on Canvas
Palette: Cerulean blue, turquoise, teal, lemon yellow, lime green, dusty rose, blush pink, mauve
Vibe: Elegant jewel-small scale, high sophistication, bird of paradise
Dimensions: 19 × 22 × 2
A burst of motion frozen mid-flutter — sweeping, feather-like strokes erupt upward in a vibrant fan, as if caught by wind. Electric passages of cobalt and emerald collide with flares of hot magenta and tangerine orange, softened by veils of taupe, bronze, and pearl white that give the composition its airy lift. The black mat frames the chaos into something elegant and contained, letting the color sing against the calm luxury of the loft wall.
Organic, yet deliberate, joyful yet grounded.
Medium: Acrylic with blade, brush
Palette: Cobalt blue, emerald teal, hot magenta, tangerine orange, taupe bronze, pearl white
Dimensions: 22.5 × 19 × 2
A tiny universe of reef and flame, trapped in white.
At first glance it's a splash of coral red — that searing, almost fluorescent salmon-pink that only living coral has — bursting upward through a churning sea of deep indigo, teal, aqua and midnight blue. It feels like snorkeling in shallow water over a reef: the water is crystal, turbulent, full of light fractures and bubbles, and then — that sudden, electric bloom of fire coral, soft but stinging, alive.
Look closer and it's all movement. Feathery, cellular edges, veined like sea fans, dripped and poured so the colors bloom into each other. The red bleeds into the blue and makes violet, the turquoise cuts back through like a current. It's only a few inches, but it holds the whole energy of the ocean in one breath.
Framed in that crisp, deep white wooden frame, it pops like a specimen — precious, preserved, but still wild. This is exactly what collectors of your coastal work crave: small, vibrant, sophisticated, and unmistakably you. A perfect entry piece, and No. 1 of a series that will want to be collected together.
Medium: Fluid acrylic on canvas, first in the Fire Coral series
Palette: Fire coral red / salmon pink against layered teals, cobalt, aqua and white — reef colors
Vibe: Vibrant, marine, luminous. A little spark of the sea for a white wall.
Dimensions: 16 × 18 × 2
If No. 1 was the coral, No. 2 is the creature who lives in it.
Deep in a churning sea of emerald, teal, and indigo, a flash of fire — a curled, armored seahorse, rendered in molten coral red, burnt orange and rust — twists upward. You see the arched back, the tucked tail, the tiny crowned head almost hidden in the paint. It's camouflaged, just like a real sea horse in a reef, and once you see it, you can't unsee it.
The texture is everything here — layered, scraped, and poured, like water moving fast over a shallow reef on a windy day. That bright lime-yellow burst in the upper left is sunlight hitting the surface, a little beacon. The deep greens wrap around the red form protectively, like sea grass.
Together with No. 1, it tells the story: the reef and its hidden resident. Small in scale — intimate, jewel-like in that crisp white mat — but with huge presence. These two want to live together on a collector's wall, one on top of the other, or as a pair in a hallway. Tiny originals that feel like treasures found while diving.
Medium: Fluid acrylic on canvas— No. 2 in the Fire Series
Palette: Fire coral red, burnt orange and ochre against deep emerald, turquoise, teal and indigo
Vibe: Marine, mysterious, vibrant — a hidden creature in a vibrant sea.
Dimensions: 16 × 18 × 2
She is there, and then she almost isn't.
A small pool of clear, pale turquoise — the purest, most innocent color in your palette — floats alone in the center, surrounded by a tide of adult colors that press in too close. Heavy gold, ochre, muddy taupe, bruised mauve, and shadowed white swirl around her like worried voices, like a world that got too loud, too fast.
That little flash of white lightning inside the turquoise — that's her. That bright, startled flicker of self — holding, holding, but thinning. The gold licks at the edge like hands reaching, not unkindly, but overwhelmingly. The black mat is the void around childhood, the vast, quiet space where a small voice can disappear.
It's not a portrait of a girl. It's the feeling of being small when everything around you is big and moving without you. The moment innocence understands it is alone. Painted small, framed in black, it makes the viewer lean in — and then step back, breath held.
And yet — that turquoise holds. It does not dissolve. It remains perfectly, stubbornly itself in the middle of the swirl.
A whisper of a painting that haunts a whole room.
Medium: Fluid acrylic on paper, black mat frame
Palette: Turquoise, seafoam, and white held within gold, ochre, taupe and mauve — innocence surrounded
Vibe: Tender, haunting, protective. A small, quiet piece that says what can't be said out loud.
Dimensions: 16 × 18 × 2
A decadent swirl of confection and fire — molten ribbons of raspberry and ruby fold through clouds of vanilla cream and liquid bronze. Hints of gold lacing thread through the deep pinks like veins of precious metal, while a subtle teal edge at the top adds a cool, couture contrast. The motion feels sensual and luxurious, like marbleized silk or swirled gelato melting into itself. In its crisp white frame, it becomes instantly chic — bold, feminine, and unapologetically glamorous.
It’s that perfect intimate jewel that brings warmth, passion, and sophistication without overwhelming the serene space.
Medium: Mixed-acrylic pour and brush
Palette: Raspberry pink, ruby red, vanilla cream, bronze gold, blush taupe, teal accent
Vibe: Romantic, opulent, feminine luxury-warm and couture
Dimensions: 15.5 × 18 × 2
A bird's eye view of ice in motion.
This is not water — it's deep time. Layers of glacial blue, crevasse white, slate gray and iron-oxide rust grind and fold together, just like a mountain glacier carrying its moraine — the crushed rock, sediment and ancient earth it has scraped from the valley walls over millennia.
That diagonal slash of burnt sienna and umber cutting across the composition is the moraine itself — the memory of the mountain, frozen in the ice. Around it, cobalt and cerulean fracture into white, where the sun hits fresh snow and the ice compresses into that impossible, almost ultraviolet blue you only see in Alaska or Iceland.
Textured, cold, and strangely warm at the same time — like looking down from a plane over the Juneau Icefield. The white floater frame holds it like a specimen of the Arctic, a small, perfect window onto a landscape that is disappearing.
Medium: Mixed, acrylic pour and brush
Palette: Indigo, periwinkle, slate, burnt sienna, rust, copper, brick red, lavender
Vibe: Moody, organic geology
Dimensions: 22 × 18 × 3
Some nights at the beach, the moon hangs so low and so gold it looks like you could reach out and touch it.
That's this painting.
I started with a storm of color — midnight blues pouring into turquoise, teal bleeding into violet, hints of magenta and seafoam swirling like wind and water and sky all at once. Little flecks of gold and white like stars getting caught in the current.
Then that moon. Thick, textured gold, glowing like a lantern in the dark. Not flat — you can see the craters, the brushwork, the light spilling out around it.
And at the bottom, quiet and still — three palmettos in silhouette. Just black against all that light. The stillness after the color storm. They anchor it. They make it feel like home, like South Carolina, like standing on a porch at night and looking up.
It's small — only 13.25" x 18" — a tiny jewel. That's the point. It's not trying to be a big statement. It's a little window of night magic for a white wall in a bright beach room. From across the room you see the gold moon pop in that flat black frame. Up close, you get lost in all the swirls and sparkle.
Medium: Original mixed media acrylic on canvas
Palette: Warm white/yellow, midnight blue, violet, purple, magenta blush accents
Vibe: Coastal mystical
Dimensions: 13.25 × 18 × 2
This one is pure low country jungle energy — like looking straight down into a tidal pool in the marsh at peak summer.
It doesn't have a focal point; it IS the whole environment. Swirling, organic, liquid. Big blooms of lime and acid yellow erupt through deep emerald, forest green, and turquoise — like sunlight hitting algae, lily pads, and brackish water all at once. Then you get those deep-water pockets — midnight blue, black, plum, rust — grounding it so it doesn't float away.
The magic is in the cells and the lace — where the paint pulls apart you see white, turquoise, and brown marbling like foam on a wave. Every inch does something different. Top left is that bright yellow sunburst, bottom left is a deep teal vortex spinning out, center is tangled green jungle, right edge has that pop of violet and magenta.
It's not calm. It's alive. Humid, lush, wild — like the marsh after a storm when everything is overgrown and electric.
Medium: Acrylic pour and brush
Palette: Lime, acid yellow, emerald, turquoise, aqua, deep plum violet, espresso brown, rust
Vibe: Marsh jungle-tidal pool, algae bloom, lily pads
Dimensions: 19 × 25 × 2
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