What’s Inside Me - 20” x 40” Mixed media on 1.5” cradled wood
Epoxy resin, mica pigments and metallic leafing, this piece was not planned. It revealed itself. What began as an abstract cellular structure became a tree…and then something more.
A reflection.
The tree is made of iron. It does not bend easily. It does not forget what it has endured. Its surface carries the marks of time: layers… fractures… movement, like a life shaped by storms and still standing.
At its center is a hidden core of lapis lazuli. Deep blue. Quiet. Untouched. The part that remains true…even when everything around it changes. A vein of pyrite runs through the trunk, strength formed under pressure. Not placed… but created.
Above, the canopy expands into a network of cells, each holding something different. Color. Light. Memory. Emotion. These are the fruits. Not perfect. Not identical. But earned.
Love. Wisdom. Peace. Growth. Joy. Truth.
Some remain in the tree. Some fall. The falling fruit is not loss. It is return. What we become does not stay with us…it becomes part of something larger. Given back. Felt by others. Carried forward.
This piece is not just a tree. It is a question.
What’s inside me?
What’s Inside Me - 20” x 40” Mixed media on 1.5” cradled wood
Epoxy resin, mica pigments and metallic leafing, this piece was not planned. It revealed itself. What began as an abstract cellular structure became a tree…and then something more.
A reflection.
The tree is made of iron. It does not bend easily. It does not forget what it has endured. Its surface carries the marks of time: layers… fractures… movement, like a life shaped by storms and still standing.
At its center is a hidden core of lapis lazuli. Deep blue. Quiet. Untouched. The part that remains true…even when everything around it changes. A vein of pyrite runs through the trunk, strength formed under pressure. Not placed… but created.
Above, the canopy expands into a network of cells, each holding something different. Color. Light. Memory. Emotion. These are the fruits. Not perfect. Not identical. But earned.
Love. Wisdom. Peace. Growth. Joy. Truth.
Some remain in the tree. Some fall. The falling fruit is not loss. It is return. What we become does not stay with us…it becomes part of something larger. Given back. Felt by others. Carried forward.
This piece is not just a tree. It is a question.
What’s inside me?
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