For this one, I went back to spray paint. I laid cut-paper stencils onto the panel and sprayed over them, building a deep, shifting base that pulls the eye in and lets it drift.
Then I put the rules away. Recreating sacred geometry exactly had begun to feel rigid, like copying laws that were never written for me, and each of us is our own unique creation. So I drew only the Flower of Life with my compass. Everything after came from my imagination, one step at a time. I barely thought about colour. It arrived fast, in flow.
It holds that energy: the joy of following no map but your own.
Original spray paint and mixed media on wood panel · 15 × 15 cm · 2026 · One of a kind
For this one, I went back to spray paint. I laid cut-paper stencils onto the panel and sprayed over them, building a deep, shifting base that pulls the eye in and lets it drift.
Then I put the rules away. Recreating sacred geometry exactly had begun to feel rigid, like copying laws that were never written for me, and each of us is our own unique creation. So I drew only the Flower of Life with my compass. Everything after came from my imagination, one step at a time. I barely thought about colour. It arrived fast, in flow.
It holds that energy: the joy of following no map but your own.
Original spray paint and mixed media on wood panel · 15 × 15 cm · 2026 · One of a kind
