The Painting That Hid in Plain Sight

A strange phenomenon happened the other day in the studio. I re-discovered my own painting!

Let me backtrack. White Interval was finished in May. It wasn't an abandoned experiment or a piece waiting for a second pass. It was complete. But in the noise and shift of making, it slipped behind the stack. No photos, no listing, no record.

Unearthing it two months later was strange. Usually, I’m close to a fresh panel, noticing how it carries the heat of every frustration, every layer fought over, every decision made under pressure.

Meeting White Interval cold meant seeing it without the noise of its making. Just raw visual weight—deep teal, scraped slate, heavy darks—split down the middle by a pale vertical break.

It forced its own pause. An interval in real time.

White Interval | 50 x 50 cm | Acrylics on wood panel | Available