PAINTings

Heated wax layered thin enough to let light through, then scratched back into faint circuits and thread. A quieter piece - more listening than shouting.

Scorched wax layered over a grid scratched in like something being filed away. Strange scenes flicker in the burn marks, like watching shapes appear in a fire.

Gold circles stacked like coins left as an offering, sunk into a dark center that never quite resolves. Wax, resin, and whatever wanted to stay.

A hard red line breaks into a field of periwinkle - the kind of shift that happens all at once and then keeps happening. Wax pushed over wood until it cracked where it needed to.

Turquoise pooling into rust and gold, like water that has no business being this far from the ocean. Made thinking about the desert holding onto something it isn't supposed to have.

Wax pulled into roots and drips until it looked like something growing instead of something painted. Real leaves pressed and embedded straight into the wax, alongside gold leaf catching the light.