There are moments when something inside you finally breaks the surface—quiet, sudden, undeniable. These are the spouts: flashes of truth rising through the calm you’ve been holding, small bursts that reveal what’s been waiting beneath. They don’t ask permission; they just appear, carrying the first shape of a feeling you’ve avoided naming.

Framed in white, there’s no hiding them. White exposes everything—every hue, every shift, every instinct. These spouts aren’t eruptions; they’re invitations. Beginnings. Evidence that something alive is pushing forward, asking for space. And if you pay attention, those first small bursts will show you exactly where you’re meant to go next.

Materials: Acrylic on Canvas
Year: 2024
Dimensions: Height 16″ x Width 20″ x Depth 1.5″

Prints Available

There are moments when something inside you finally breaks the surface—quiet, sudden, undeniable. These are the spouts: flashes of truth rising through the calm you’ve been holding, small bursts that reveal what’s been waiting beneath. They don’t ask permission; they just appear, carrying the first shape of a feeling you’ve avoided naming.

Framed in white, there’s no hiding them. White exposes everything—every hue, every shift, every instinct. These spouts aren’t eruptions; they’re invitations. Beginnings. Evidence that something alive is pushing forward, asking for space. And if you pay attention, those first small bursts will show you exactly where you’re meant to go next.

Materials: Acrylic on Canvas
Year: 2024
Dimensions: Height 16″ x Width 20″ x Depth 1.5″

Prints Available