Fairy tale / Storybook Works
10 Feet Tall Oil paint on wood panel 69 × 48 inches In a place where teapots pour questions instead of tea, a girl suddenly finds herself growing taller than her own understanding. Strange companions gather around her—a watchful cat, a wandering hatter, and quiet figures who seem to know more than they say. She looks upward for answers, only to discover the giants she once trusted are simply travelers who grew before her. In this world, size means little, and certainty even less. So she does the only sensible thing left in an impossible land— she keeps growing. |
There Are No Strings on Me Oil painting on paper mounted on wood panel with fluid acrylic background 79 × 48 inches Once there was a creature who grew the way trees do—quietly, stubbornly, and toward the light. Branches curled from their body, leaves whispering secrets of a life that could not be carved or controlled. But the creature only tilted their head and continued growing. They had heard the old tales of wooden children and clever puppeteers, of strings pulled tight and destinies decided by distant hands. Yet this story was different.
In this story, the roots chose their own direction. In this story, the branches reached wherever they pleased. And no matter how loudly the voices called— there were no strings to pull.
|
Briar Rose 48 × 48 inches Fluid acrylic and oil on wood In a kingdom where stories were polished to appear gentle, the spinning wheel still turned quietly in the corner. Its spokes whispered of fate, power, and the unseen hands that guide a story’s ending. Figures emerge from a dreamlike landscape—part guardian, part trickster—watching as the wheel spins the same tale again and again. In this version of Briar Rose, the fairytale surface begins to crack, revealing the thorny truths hidden beneath the roses. |
