Pink Went Wandering

Mixed media (acrylics, washi, ink, pencil) on wood.

100x60x1.50"

Pink has a way of slipping past the rules. It doesn’t ask for permission—it drifts, it wanders, it fills space the way laughter does, spilling over without apology.

Joy expands the same way—wide and unrestrained, a rhythm that pulls the body into motion. Brushstrokes turn into movement, movement into breath, until everything flows without thought.

Time leaves its trace in the layers, layers built not in haste but in seasons, each one carrying a different kind of energy, a different breath of freedom, a different shade of becoming. Growth doesn’t shout here—it radiates, quietly certain of its place.

It’s joy in motion—unhurried, uncontained, and completely free.