Ebony

You can hear the echoes within this piece before you see it — the low hum of layered black, the whisper of charcoal scratching across time. It smells like rain hitting hot concrete, like a tragic history trying to cool itself down.

Each mark is like an irregular pulse — heavy, unapologetic, and jagged. The paint drags like breath through grief, then lifts into glimmers of hope and healing. The cracked texture, the ridges of resilience, the stubbornness of survival.

“Ebony” smells like iron — strong, grounding, unyielding — and its sweet elements taste like sweet honey, slow and defiant. It’s a language carved in shadow.

Here, black isn’t just a color. It’s a sound. It’s a rhythm. It’s the heartbeat of identity refusing to fade.

It’s beauty that doesn’t beg for light — it creates its own.

24x30

Framed Mixed Media on Canvas