There’s something strangely comforting about painting the same subject again and again. It’s almost like the pitcher becomes a character in the room—one that doesn’t say much, but somehow changes the whole atmosphere just by being there.
Today’s piece surprised me. The shape came through sharper, more certain, and that deep blue felt like the moment right before evening settles in… when everything gets quiet and colors deepen in their own way.
Maybe that’s what I’m chasing with this series: the beauty of the ordinary when you really stop and look at it.
8×8 mixed media on 1/2” wood panel.
There’s something strangely comforting about painting the same subject again and again. It’s almost like the pitcher becomes a character in the room—one that doesn’t say much, but somehow changes the whole atmosphere just by being there.
Today’s piece surprised me. The shape came through sharper, more certain, and that deep blue felt like the moment right before evening settles in… when everything gets quiet and colors deepen in their own way.
Maybe that’s what I’m chasing with this series: the beauty of the ordinary when you really stop and look at it.
8×8 mixed media on 1/2” wood panel.
