All I Need, I 20x16", SOLD

All I Need I. Oil on canvas. 20x16". Original sold before it was even for sale, limited edition prints available!

​Share what you love
And the people who love the same thing will find you.


“But really, all we want, and I speak for the entire human race here, is contact. Someone to let us know that we aren’t alone. That the world isn’t a dream and you and I really are happening at the same time, even if it’s not in the same place. That this is real. You’re really there. I’m really here. We’re real. This is real.” ― pleasefindthis, I Wrote This For You


I’m just going to keep asking you to do your part and keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.
One day we will all get to wake up from this one.
Hope begins in the dark.
🖤


My mom sent me a photo from one of my childhood sketchbooks, age 9 or 10 and the pages- studies, really, of a fennec fox.


I had to follow the thread as soon as I saw it.
In this piece I knew 3 things from these unlikely companions:
I wanted a lightness,
a softness,
a tenderness.
I wanted what I have never been able to hold.


If I can paint them, I can see them and I can know them, in a sense. And no, they might not be mine forever


but for a moment
I forget about everything that ever took them away from me.




I never know where my work is going to end up
but I know if I don’t share it,
it’s going nowhere. I quickly shied off sharing this piece as it grabbed me in such a way I’ve never experienced with my own work. Now that I know it’s going somewhere it will be treasured just as much, the weight of the world has lifted.


I don’t have the vocabulary to properly convey just how special this piece was to me, but when I put down the final mark I took a step back from the easel and felt so strongly that someone needed to witness this with me. I called my mom to show her, and for a moment, I got to hold the feeling that I’ve chased my entire life. It feels like when you’ve been holding your breath for 32 years then finally exhale and let it all go. Breathe, paint, breathe, keep painting. I’m lucky to do what I do and every mark that hits a canvas is a little victory in keeping joy in my life. It’s the only tool I’ve got for organization in a world too chaotic to hold still.❤️


Since the original sold i keep finding myself looking for it on the wall. I finally ordered myself a canvas wrap print for the studio and it came out perfect. I can’t tell you how nice it is to have these two back in the studio 🥺