DARK MATTER
The silent shadow that whispers in the cosmic night,
Matter that dances with little to no light,
Yet its presence scrolls across the universe’s vast scroll,
A silent witness to gravity’s gentle pull.
In the depths of stars unseen, in black holes' embrace,
Lies a mystery veiled—a subtle, hidden grace.
Particles uncharted, unseen by our gaze,
Masses cloaked in darkness, in infinite haze.
My paintings are portals—sometimes a 16 by 20,
Spaces where endless emotions flow like rivers unseen.
Swirls of tiny particles, shimmering in the light,
Guide the soul through currents of tangible delight.
They sing a texture’s symphony, notes in silent breath,
Rich hues whisper passions that conquer death.
Found objects mirror my resourceful heart,
Transforming the old into a new, living art.
Living free—unbounded, wild as the wind—
My spirit dances where boundaries rescind.
Before a blank canvas, I sit with only two—
My present energy and the divine’s view.
From this divine wellspring, my paints flow free,
Infinite as the cosmos, boundless as the sea.
Emotions—innate, instinctive, raw—
Spring from life’s circumstances, the natural law.
I let them carry me into vast, open space,
A vessel of feeling, a sacred place.
Through my lens—shaped by light and style—
I capture moments that stir and beguile.
Like that song—your heart’s eternal tune—
That makes you cry or smile, beneath the moon—
There’s always a turn, a gentle shift,
A magic that lifts you, a soulful gift.
My paintings, like that melody, pull you near,
Holding you until the moment’s clear.
And in that space—time’s gentle, tender sway—
They wait to be loved again, day after day.