acrylic on canvas

4 × 6 ft

2026

I’ve been thinking a lot about the cycle of life, as I see myself age and my children grow physically past me. Years ago, I met a musician who I thought was very cool, and his wife , a hip, yoga lady. I looked up to them. Weeks later, I saw them with their older, college son. The son, standing between them, put his arms around his parents. and suddenly, the hip parents seemed dwarfed by the son, who was filled with even more energy and strength, with his loving, smirking energy of “I got this, parents.” Suddenly, the dynamic parents seemed sheepish beside him, humbled.

It’s like how it always is, the children grow and pass the parents by. We are always on different tracks, rising and falling. 

This piece is about that cycle of rising and descending, of being a seed in the ground that blossoms, reaches its full stature and then descends back into the Earth, and the cycle becomes anew.