There is a rare kind of peace that only arrives when the sky breaks open.
Most people seek cover from a heavy thunderstorm, but I’ve always felt drawn to step right into the center of it—to lie down in the cool, wet grass, feel the heavy drops strike my skin, and listen to the rumble of thunder rolling overhead.
Inside, my emotional world is often loud, churning, and electric. On quiet, sunny days, that inner storm feels out of sync with the peaceful atmosphere around me. But when a thunderstorm rolls in, the air matches my energy. What is happening on the outside finally reflects what I am feeling on the inside. The world reaches an equilibrium, and for a few suspended moments, I feel complete, understood, and entirely comfortable just existing.
Blue Rain captures that exact moment of release: a figure painted in shades of blue, quiet and weightless, fully immersed in the violent beauty of the storm.
36 × 36 “ wrapped canvas painting
There is a rare kind of peace that only arrives when the sky breaks open.
Most people seek cover from a heavy thunderstorm, but I’ve always felt drawn to step right into the center of it—to lie down in the cool, wet grass, feel the heavy drops strike my skin, and listen to the rumble of thunder rolling overhead.
Inside, my emotional world is often loud, churning, and electric. On quiet, sunny days, that inner storm feels out of sync with the peaceful atmosphere around me. But when a thunderstorm rolls in, the air matches my energy. What is happening on the outside finally reflects what I am feeling on the inside. The world reaches an equilibrium, and for a few suspended moments, I feel complete, understood, and entirely comfortable just existing.
Blue Rain captures that exact moment of release: a figure painted in shades of blue, quiet and weightless, fully immersed in the violent beauty of the storm.
36 × 36 “ wrapped canvas painting