This abstract expressionist piece began as a desire to try a visual texture I remembered from Jackson Pollock. But I felt the heart of this Painting for the first time as I stopped on a bike ride and felt the sun’s healing rays. that wordless moment when sunlight breaks through something heavy. It’s not a polite, tidy light; it rushes in, startling and alive, like a gasp after too long underwater. The brushwork had to match that energy so wild, layered, unrestrained a kind of choreography between fire and calm.
For me, light isn’t static. It moves. It transmits energy to your very soul you can literally feel it dance on your skin on a sunny day, enlivening you, enriching you, warming you to the very core. It gives peace and comfort, not just through what it reveals, but through what it restores. Has light always been there waiting for me to feel?
In this painting, I tried to capture that pulse and the static electric radiance and distraction, the divine brushing up against the human. I wanted it to feel like standing in the path of something sacred, where the warmth doesn’t simply illuminate but awakens, animates and cleanses our minds.
This is my attempt to paint how light feels for me …not illumination as form, but as unsolicited, unearned, Godly physical & spiritual blessing.
