Explore My Paintings
Welcome to a collection of paintings that linger in quiet, human moments — hands clasped in quiet elegance, a face caught in concentration, light falling just so. Each piece is built through the same patient dance of observation and instinct, layering color and brushstroke until something true emerges on the canvas. This gallery is an invitation to slow down and look closely, to find the small stories held inside stillness.
"Queen to the End" Oil on Canvas 10"x20"
A portrait of Gerianne Pérez as Catherine of Aragon. She stands crowned in gold and shadow, framed by a halo of ornament that feels part cathedral window, part gilded relic. Her gaze is level and unwavering, dark eyes holding a quiet, almost otherworldly composure, while her hair spills in deep auburn coils, tangled with flowers and radiant spikes like a diadem grown from vine and light. The palette is rich with antique ochres, burnished browns, and rust, broken only by threads of cool blue that trace the border and glint through her dress. Every inch of the background hums with pattern: swirling filigree, brocade, and lace rendered with the obsessive detail of Klimt or Mucha, so that the woman seems less painted than enshrined, a secular saint caught between portrait and icon.
"Weight of Stillness" Oil on Canvas 12"x12"
A woman lies curled into sleep, limbs folded close, her face nearly lost in the crook of her own arm. The paint itself seems to carry the weight of her rest — thick, palette-knife strokes of ultramarine and slate build the drapery into something almost sculptural, while looser passages of ochre and rose render her skin with a warmth that pushes forward against the deep, mossy greens and near-blacks of the ground behind her. There's a rawness to the brushwork, an unfinished urgency, that keeps the stillness from feeling posed — as if she was caught mid-breath, sinking further into rest with every stroke.
"Celestial Sentinel" Acrylic on Canvas 24"x24"
A lone figure stands sentinel at the edge of the cosmos, armor rendered in gleaming gold and cobalt, a great sceptre glows in one hand as a spear is held ready in the other. Behind him, a vast ring of golden light burns like a portal or a halo, framed by swirling nebulae in electric magenta, violet, and teal — the kind of interstellar storm that feels equal parts beautiful and dangerous. His flowing cape catches the same cosmic light, tying the armored figure to the chaos surrounding him, as if he were forged from the very stars he now guards. The palette moves between deep, velvety blacks and blazing jewel tones, giving the whole piece the charge of myth — part warrior, part constellation, standing watch at the threshold of another world.
"Indigo Majesty" Oil on Canvas 14"x18"
Her head tips back in stillness, eyes closed, the face less painted than conjured — flashes of gold and lavender caught in the sweep of the brush, as if lit from somewhere just out of frame. There's an unguarded quality to the pose, something private and unposed, like a moment no one was meant to see. Streaks of black run down from the hair and jaw, loose and unhurried, dissolving the edges of the figure into the pale field behind it — presence and erasure happening in the same breath.
"Dragon Prince" Oil on Board 11"x14"
A face emerges from shadow rather than light — the features nearly swallowed in deep blacks and umbers, so that what remains legible is more suggestion than likeness. Thick, confident strokes of gold and cream build a tousled crown of hair, catching whatever light there is, while a warm crimson garment anchors the lower half of the canvas, its color smoldering like embers against the cool blue-grey behind. The brushwork is unapologetically physical — laid on in slabs rather than blended — giving the whole figure a sense of being built rather than rendered, as if the paint itself were doing the work of memory: certain in texture, uncertain in detail. There's a regal, weathered quality to the pose, something of a prince tempered by fire — worn by circumstance but not diminished by it.