Pink. It's one of my favorite colors. Bubblegum pink, to be exact. I innately incorporate pink, blush, and magenta into the majority of my paintings; so much so, I have to tell myself NOT include it in my work. This untitled beauty was born from experimentation. I wanted to represent soft passion with the cold feeling of solitude. Throughout the painting, pockets of magenta form a sort of structure, while the cerulean blue adds a distant iciness. It almost gives me the feeling of what I imagine walking through an ice cave would be like. The dark caverns, the clearings, the stalagmites, and stalactites reaching from the ground and from the ceiling respectively. The multitude of linear directions adds a crowdedness that would feel claustrophobic if the color palette wasn't based in jewel tones, thus inducing a warmth to the colder outer regions of the paper. The presence of black in this work creates a fence, barricading the viewer within its "walls". I suppose it depends on the viewer whether or not its embrace is welcoming or threatening.