Congratulations | Mixed Media
This painting began not with a brushstroke, but with a breath caught in the chest—a silence so heavy it pressed against the ribs. It emerged during a moment suspended between joy and grief, when the heart was asked to do the impossible: to celebrate and to let go in the same breath.
It is a portrait of release, painted in the dark lull of knowing—knowing that a new life was beginning, and that mine was gently stepping back from it. The figure within the fog is not a ghost, but a witness. A watcher. A silent yes to the unfolding beauty that they will never touch. The soft, chalky form—almost vanishing—was not erased, it chose to fade, lovingly.
The green and teal washes above, like memories suspended in time, were the congratulations—light glinting through a fog of tears not yet cried. And when the final layer settled, I knew: this wasn’t just a goodbye. It was a benediction. A quiet blessing for a newness not mine, but loved nonetheless. A future that didn’t need my name to carry my care.
I didn’t paint it to remember. I painted it to let go.
And in that letting go, I honored everything.
Mixed Media | Acrylic : Oil
18 × 24 inches
Certificate of authenticity
This painting began not with a brushstroke, but with a breath caught in the chest—a silence so heavy it pressed against the ribs. It emerged during a moment suspended between joy and grief, when the heart was asked to do the impossible: to celebrate and to let go in the same breath.
It is a portrait of release, painted in the dark lull of knowing—knowing that a new life was beginning, and that mine was gently stepping back from it. The figure within the fog is not a ghost, but a witness. A watcher. A silent yes to the unfolding beauty that they will never touch. The soft, chalky form—almost vanishing—was not erased, it chose to fade, lovingly.
The green and teal washes above, like memories suspended in time, were the congratulations—light glinting through a fog of tears not yet cried. And when the final layer settled, I knew: this wasn’t just a goodbye. It was a benediction. A quiet blessing for a newness not mine, but loved nonetheless. A future that didn’t need my name to carry my care.
I didn’t paint it to remember. I painted it to let go.
And in that letting go, I honored everything.
Mixed Media | Acrylic : Oil
18 × 24 inches
Certificate of authenticity
This painting began not with a brushstroke, but with a breath caught in the chest—a silence so heavy it pressed against the ribs. It emerged during a moment suspended between joy and grief, when the heart was asked to do the impossible: to celebrate and to let go in the same breath.
It is a portrait of release, painted in the dark lull of knowing—knowing that a new life was beginning, and that mine was gently stepping back from it. The figure within the fog is not a ghost, but a witness. A watcher. A silent yes to the unfolding beauty that they will never touch. The soft, chalky form—almost vanishing—was not erased, it chose to fade, lovingly.
The green and teal washes above, like memories suspended in time, were the congratulations—light glinting through a fog of tears not yet cried. And when the final layer settled, I knew: this wasn’t just a goodbye. It was a benediction. A quiet blessing for a newness not mine, but loved nonetheless. A future that didn’t need my name to carry my care.
I didn’t paint it to remember. I painted it to let go.
And in that letting go, I honored everything.
Mixed Media | Acrylic : Oil
18 × 24 inches
Certificate of authenticity