Horse & Hound
24×24 inches, acrylic on canvas
This painting celebrates one of the oldest bonds in human experience — two animals whose loyalty, gentleness, and grace have accompanied us across centuries without ever asking for recognition. Here they are given what they have always deserved: halos. Not as religious symbols, but as honest acknowledgment. These are saint-like creatures — not because of anything they have done, but because of everything they simply are. Painted in bold, expressive color against a deep ground, they exist together in quiet dignity, healing without trying, loyal beyond reason, gentle without effort.
Defiant Hope
56×56 inches, acrylic on canvas
This powerful, minimalist composition uses the fluid interplay of positive and negative space to confront a world in turmoil. At first glance, a stark white form dominates the canvas, capturing a stylized bird that evokes both the peaceful dove and the bold American eagle, locked in a sudden, tragic descent.
The white body, though clean at a distance, is heavily layered with texture, revealing glimpses of a hidden blue underpainting. This shifts the narrative from the expansive freedom of blue to the quiet surrender of white. Surrounding the falling figure is a dense, claustrophobic border of chaotic, fractured lines. This represents the relentless, never-ending noise and confusion of our modern daily reality, a state where global peace is at risk and personal freedoms seem to erode right before our eyes.
Yet, the true emotional weight of the piece lives in the negative space. The bird’s head is turned back against the momentum of its own falling body. Rendered from the chaotic background texture rather than the white paint, this resilient silhouette refuses to look down. By staring upward and looking forward, the defiant head serves as a stark, powerful symbol of the enduring hope and resilience I am still holding onto for the future.
Entangled
58×36 inches, acrylic on canvas
Two stylized bulls form a mirror image, their silhouettes merging into an intertwined twist rather than a violent clash. This fluid connection locks them together, showing that these opposing forces are ultimately two halves of the same entity.
In the top-left, a radiant sun feeds its hot, orange energy directly into the bull below, fueling a fiery impulsiveness. Across the canvas, a swirling moon drives cool, turquoise energy into its counterpart, demanding a calm, collected response. It is a visual map of a mind in friction, mirroring a confused society struggling to find its footing.
Framing this battleground is a background of dense, rhythmic dash strokes. These short, repetitive purple and blue marks create a vibrating texture, charging the atmosphere with a constant undercurrent of anxiety. Yet, the vibrant palette remains intentionally non-threatening. That luminous color choice acts as a deceptive front, masking intense struggles beneath a beautiful surface.
Carry Me Home
24×24 inches, acrylic on canvas
A pale mint horse strides forward through a deep blue night, its elongated form bold and assured against the textured dark background. The horse appears split into two sections, and in that gap the negative space reveals a rider. A small red spur at the center, the only sign of a human presence, confirms what the negative space suggests. Rider and horse are one.
Horses are deeply intelligent, emotionally intuitive animals. They mirror feeling, read the unseen, and carry their riders to safety with unwavering devotion. In the upper right, a crescent moon glows gold, a gentle light guiding two souls through the dark.
Echoes of the Trail
54×54 inches, acrylic on canvas
A searing orange horse glows against a dark field of gun-metal blue. It stands as a living symbol of the strength it took to survive the Trail of Tears, the forced displacement of five tribal nations between 1830 and 1850. The horse’s body is physically broken by the silhouette of a rider’s leg. That hollow space is the only sign of the person who should be there. This void honors the thousands of souls lost along the way. While the people are gone, the mark they left on history is permanent.
The horse bows its head and its whole body leans into a deep, heavy grief. Floating exactly where a rider’s head would have rested are two eagle feathers. Their tips are stained blood red, which is the traditional mark of a wound earned in battle. Here, the color speaks to a trauma that goes beyond the individual. It is a wound to the Native people and a dark chapter that remains a permanent scar on the history of the entire United States.
The background is made of dense, rhythmic marks in a dark blue. In the traditions of the Southeast, this color is often associated with the North and the direction of trouble and defeat. It serves as a silent tally of the endless days and the many lives surrendered to the road. The repetitive texture acts as a modern ledger for an event that is forever ingrained as a collective wound in the heart of our nation.
Rooster & The Fox
24×24 inches, acrylic on canvas
This painting is about the moment darkness yields to light. Light is the true guardian here, ancient and absolute. The rooster is merely its announcer, small but certain, heralding the coming of something splendid. The fox, magnificent, blazing orange against deep electric blue, is the undisputed ruler of the night, retreating not in defeat but in the quiet dignity of something that was never challenged.
The fox dominates the canvas, its tail curling through the composition with the confidence of something that owns the dark. The rooster, perched at the upper left in a blaze of first light, announces the dawn with theatrical self-importance, small in scale but deafening in intention. Their tails meet and merge in a single continuous arc, connecting predator and herald, night and morning into one unbroken fluid shape.
The composition plays with perspective in an interesting way. The fox looms in the foreground, its scale suggesting depth and distance. Yet the moment their tails connect, that depth collapses onto a single flat plane. The painting holds both realities at once: deep and flat, near and far, ending and beginning.
There is something genuinely comic about their dynamic. The fox, impossibly elegant in its exit. The rooster, impossibly pleased with its entrance.
Sacred Embrace
24×24 inches, acrylic on canvas
Two horses, stripped to their most essential form, curve into each other against a deep teal ground of dense, rhythmic brushstrokes. The bodies are bold and flat in vivid red-orange, their legs reduced to elegant lines, just enough to suggest movement and weight. The way these two forms curl into each other, unhurried and instinctive, speaks to something tender. Two beings who simply belong together.
The horizontal rows of thick teal strokes feel almost woven, like grass or water, keeping the eye moving without competing with the figures. The palette is confident, red-orange against teal, with orange legs tying back to the single hook-shaped tail curling above. In the upper right, a small gold North Star anchors the sky, a fixed point above two creatures in motion. Warm, grounded, and alive.
Fox & Hound
24×24 inches, acrylic on canvas
A bold fox in burning orange and a sleek hound in deep midnight blue move as one inseparable form against a cool slate-grey ground of rhythmic, textured brushstrokes. The fox’s white-tipped tail arcs upward, merging fluidly into the hound’s neck and chest — the boundary between them dissolved into a single elegant silhouette, their elongated limbs mid-stride, caught in perpetual motion.
The palette is pure contrast: warm against cool, fire against shadow. Yet the forms nest together with tender precision, each giving shape to the other. Without the fox, the hound has nothing to pursue. Without the hound, the fox has nothing to outwit.
In Eastern folklore, the fox is a shape-shifting spirit Japan’s kitsune, China’s huli jing — cunning and untethered. The hound anchors the Western imagination as faithful companion and noble hunter. Together they carry that ancient tension: the untameable and the devoted, the trickster and the true.
In the upper right, a golden sun spirals inward in concentric rings, encircling an orange crescent moon, echoing the coiled energy binding these two below. Inseparable at their core.
Horse
54×54 inches, acrylic on canvas
A teal horse and an orange horse lock in a sacred embrace — one curving around the other, neither complete without the other’s presence. The orange body nestles inside the arc of the teal, exactly as the dark and light teardrops of the Taoist symbol interlock.
Two yellow halos, drawn from the language of Byzantine and Medieval icon painting, signal the divine and eternal. These are not decorative circles — they are declarations of sacred status. These horses are holy — creatures that have embodied the untameable spirit of freedom and grace across every civilization that has ever known them.
The light lavender ground reads like aged fresco or tempera on plaster, deepening the icon quality. The forms are flattened and hieratic, the whole canvas feeling like a single frozen moment of an eternal turning. A small red seal in the corner quietly grounds the work in the artist’s Chinese heritage — the perfect signature on something genuinely cosmological.
Bull
18×18 inches, acrylic on canvas
Bull strips the charging animal down to its essential truth — not the details, but the feeling. The massive violet body dominates the canvas, all compressed power and forward intention, while mint green cuts through the form like the memory of movement itself. The red and gold of the face flash like a warning. This is not a portrait of a bull. It is a portrait of momentum — of the moment just before everything changes, when force and direction become one unstoppable thing.
Cat & Mouse •
15×15 inches, acrylic on canvas
Cat and Mouse reduces one of nature's oldest dramas to its most essential elements — form, color, and the electric tension between two creatures who have always understood each other perfectly. The massive dark body of the cat dominates, calm and unhurried, while the mouse below is all nervous wide-eyed disbelief. The blazing gold ground charges the scene with energy, making what could be a grim encounter feel almost theatrical — a comedy and a tragedy playing out simultaneously on the same stage.hen force and direction become one unstoppable thing.
Horse
40×30 inches, acrylic on canvas
A horse caught mid-twist, head swinging low in a sudden change of direction, body still negotiating what the mind has already decided.
Deep teal against red-orange legs, that delicate pink body holding its own between such bold forces — a fearless tension that had no right to work, and did.
The spiral brushwork on the torso was about conveying torque — the physical coiling of a body mid-pivot, but also something more interior. An energy that’s gathered, not yet released.
The turquoise head was a deliberate choice. By separating it from the body in color, I was thinking about the relationship between instinct and intention.
Run Free
24×18 inches, acrylic on canvas
My father was a rabbit in the Chinese zodiac. Nine years after losing him, I was pulled to paint this hare — I believe he is running free.
I wanted to keep the form simple, just enough to feel the leap, the stretch, the full commitment of the body in motion. Nothing extra. Detail would only slow him down.
The brushwork is thick and alive, the marks full of exuberance and joy. A golden outline traces the hare like light coming from within, while deep navy sweeps through the edges — not walls, but open air rushing past.
The red-orange field is wide, warm, and limitless. This is not a painting about loss. It is about freedom — and the feeling that somewhere, he is running free.
Strings Of The Soul
40×30 inches, acrylic on canvas
Can you feel it? That low, vibration traveling up through the floorboards and into your chest? This explosive painting pulls you into the raw, unfiltered world of the blues. Bold, slashing brushstrokes pulse across the canvas like sound waves made visible — there’s no hesitation here, no second-guessing. Every stroke is a note, every color a feeling. Vibrant greens, electric reds, and deep teals collide against a lavender haze, as if the music itself is bleeding into the air around him. Sunglasses on, hat low, fingers locked into the strings — this guitarist isn’t performing. He’s confessing. The chaos of the palette is the music: messy, honest, and achingly alive. You don’t just see the blues here. You feel it.
legendary American blues musician Captain Luke (Luther Mayer)
My Father And I
30×30 inches, acrylic on canvas
Can you feel it? That low, vibration traveling up through the floorboards and into your chest? This explosive painting pulls you into the raw, unfiltered world of the blues. Bold, slashing brushstrokes pulse across the canvas like sound waves made visible — there’s no hesitation here, no second-guessing. Every stroke is a note, every color a feeling. Vibrant greens, electric reds, and deep teals collide against a lavender haze, as if the music itself is bleeding into the air around him. Sunglasses on, hat low, fingers locked into the strings — this guitarist isn’t performing. He’s confessing. The chaos of the palette is the music: messy, honest, and achingly alive. You don’t just see the blues here. You feel it.
legendary American blues musician Captain Luke (Luther Mayer)
Betrayal of Innocence
36×72 inches, acrylic on canvas
This painting centers on Liam Conejo Ramos and his now iconic blue rabbit-eared cap, his small hand grasping at emptiness. The composition and faint color field isolate his face and hand from the surrounding space, forcing the viewer to confront his innocent expression and that empty hand—meant to hold someone he trusted, someone who should love, protect, and care for him.
Whose hand should fill that space? A parent’s? A teacher’s? Instead, he holds only air and broken trust.
A faint feminine form envelops him, rendered in thick, heavily textured paint that builds up like an aerial view of thousands who braved the cold in peaceful protest. Though washed out and barely visible, this ghostly presence carries undeniable power—the masses demanding his and his father’s release from unlawful detention. Voices may be suppressed, but they rise. Trust may be broken, but humanity endures.
The Crossing
40×20 inches, acrylic on canvas
This painting centers on Liam Conejo Ramos and his now iconic blue rabbit-eared cap, his small hand grasping at emptiness. The composition and faint color field isolate his face and hand from the surrounding space, forcing the viewer to confront his innocent expression and that empty hand—meant to hold someone he trusted, someone who should love, protect, and care for him.
Whose hand should fill that space? A parent’s? A teacher’s? Instead, he holds only air and broken trust.
A faint feminine form envelops him, rendered in thick, heavily textured paint that builds up like an aerial view of thousands who braved the cold in peaceful protest. Though washed out and barely visible, this ghostly presence carries undeniable power—the masses demanding his and his father’s release from unlawful detention. Voices may be suppressed, but they rise. Trust may be broken, but humanity endures.
Defiant Hope
48×36 inches, acrylic on canvas
The brushstrokes are violent, frantic and urgent, the way doubt slams into you. A figure in a lifejacket swallowed by a furious sea — dark waves of deep red and black, churning and relentless, threatening to pull everything under. And yet, cutting through the storm, a flare. A blazing burn of orange, gold and white reflected in the water surface, a defiant hope. Something burning on its own terms against a bruised and restless sky.