Making this piece felt like standing close to the earth’s heartbeat -that channeling of raw energy.
I built the surface layer by layer, until the paint began to crack and shift like cooling lava. Beneath that dark crust, an orange glow still breathes; quiet, but alive.

As I worked, it felt less like painting and more like uncovering pressure; that slow, inevitable force that builds

until it transforms everything it touches.
Spirits of the Volcano is about that moment before eruption

-when strength hides in stillness, and light waits beneath the surface.