Through Out History

Throughout history…long before the Renaissance and far beyond any single era…artists created in conversation with something greater than themselves. Their paintings were offerings, gestures of devotion, attempts to touch the sacred through color, form, and spirit.

Today, that sense of the sacred can feel dimmed. In a world overwhelmed by noise and haste, art is too often treated as a commodity—packaged, priced, and speculated upon in systems shaped by decades of distortion. What once carried reverence has been pulled into the marketplace, stripped of its deeper purpose.

I stand here to break that spell.

My work is a refusal—an invitation to remember. A reminder that art can still be a vessel of light, wonder, and truth.

So when people ask, “How much is your painting?” I answer, “Priceless.” Not out of arrogance, but because anything born from a moment of genuine inspiration resists being reduced to a number.

And when others caution, “If you share too much, someone will steal your ideas,” I say: let them try. Even I cannot recreate my own paintings. I could not name the exact colors I reached for or retrace the steps that revealed themselves only in that unrepeatable moment. Inspiration is a visitation, not a formula.

You cannot imitate the sacred.

It is either present—or it is not.