Some loves don’t live inside time.They move beneath it quiet, patient, endless like whales drifting through centuries of tides. Even when the surface forgets their names, the deep remembers. This drawing began as nothing more than motion two whales, a slow circle forming in the stillness of my studio.But the longer I worked, the more it felt like something familiar ,something that had always existed, waiting to return in a new form. They came alive as two souls, swimming towa

There are loves you stumble upon like seashells delicate, unexpected, easily held in your hand. They are beautiful, yes, but they are...

By Jlinden For the first time in lifetimes…she didn’t want to leave. For the first time, the tide was no longer something to return...

Some tides do not crash they whisper. They do not tear you apart in a single wave.They wait.Patient. Relentless.Drawing you forward, one...

Every piece demands you feel it twice...

Art possesses a remarkable ability to tell stories and evoke emotions. In our visually driven world, the blend of narrative and imagery...