painting

  • Too soon!

    This was meant to be a victory lap. A reworking of an older painting, the kind you come back to with better paper, better brushes, and the quiet confidence that time has done its job. I wanted that satisfying moment where you compare the two and think, yes, there it is. Look how far I’ve…

  • Reflections

    This is one of those paintings that lives firmly in the grey area. I didn’t hate it, which, in itself, felt like progress, but I didn’t love it either. It exists in that uncomfortable middle ground where nothing is disastrously wrong, yet nothing quite sings. The idea was there. Snowy peaks, soft light, a sense…

  • Abstract. Does that sound ‘artistic’ enough?

    This one comes from the long stretch before I finally accepted that decent paper might be worth the investment. At the time, I remember liking it, genuinely. The colours felt bold, the flowers felt cheerful, and I was riding the small high of something that looked vaguely intentional. Looking at it now… less so. The…

  • Roses are red?

    This painting marks my first brave (and mildly unhinged) attempt at a looser watercolour style. Emphasis on attempt. I went in with good intentions, a vague plan to “let the paint do its thing”, and absolutely none of the materials required to make that idea go smoothly. The paper was, frankly, a menace. It buckled…