The Power of Joy

This piece feels like what joy would look like if it burst open and rained down — wild, alive, and impossible to contain.

It was one of those rare paintings that came through me, not from me. I wasn’t chasing perfection — I was chasing feeling. What came out was color, movement, and light, rushing forward like joy that refused to wait.

The original has a small flaw. But that’s part of why it means so much to me. Joy isn’t perfect. It cracks, it spills, it vibrates with life.

Even now, it still gives me a surge in my chest — a reminder that joy isn’t always quiet. It’s powerful. It’s unstoppable.
And it demands to be felt.

All prints are produced on museum-quality archival papers and canvases, selected to best complement each piece.