The Storm Beneath my Skin

Acrylics, ink, pencil, alcohol on wood.

24x30x1.50"

There’s a pulse, the kind that races just beneath the surface when excitement can no longer be contained. It’s the spark before release, the insistence of joy demanding expression. It is The Storm Beneath My Skin.

Humming with restless energy, the colors twist and collide, and layers shift like a sudden wind sweeping through.

It’s like a storm, but not of destruction—it’s a storm of something alive and urgent pushing to break free.

Even in its chaos, there is a feeling of lightness; this turbulence lifts rather than weighs down.

Sometimes the storm inside isn’t meant to be calmed—it’s meant to be set free.