Sea Turtle Dream

20×20″ · Acrylic on canvas · page 43

I painted this one on intuition, not a plan. The image showed up mid-painting, as if the turtle surfaced while the paint was already moving. The color went down first, loose and layered. Then came the sequins — stars and shapes and little bits and pieces, decorating instead of describing. Each mark answered the one before it — no hierarchy, just response.

The turtle isn’t really a subject here so much as a convergence — a moment when rhythm, color, and movement briefly agreed on a shape before moving on.

What’s left is sensation more than meaning. A form passing through, staying just long enough to be felt, then dissolving back into color and rhythm.