12 × 16 inches, Oil on Canvas Panel, 2026
I was drawn to this scene by the oranges on the ground.
The fruit had fallen beneath the tree in a way that felt almost abstract, as if someone had spilled color across the landscape. Against the muted browns and grays of the earth, the oranges seemed to glow.
What began as a simple observation became an exploration of color, shape, and abundance. The tree provides a structure for the painting, but it was the scattered fruit below that held my attention.
Sometimes a painting begins with an idea. Sometimes it begins with noticing something you can’t stop looking at.
Spill was one of those paintings.
12 × 16 inches, Oil on Canvas Panel, 2026
I was drawn to this scene by the oranges on the ground.
The fruit had fallen beneath the tree in a way that felt almost abstract, as if someone had spilled color across the landscape. Against the muted browns and grays of the earth, the oranges seemed to glow.
What began as a simple observation became an exploration of color, shape, and abundance. The tree provides a structure for the painting, but it was the scattered fruit below that held my attention.
Sometimes a painting begins with an idea. Sometimes it begins with noticing something you can’t stop looking at.
Spill was one of those paintings.