Abstract Rhythms of a Life Well-Lived; Time doesn't tick. It dances.
The HANDS OF TIME Canvas Collection strips away everything we think we know about measuring moments and rebuilds it as pure visual poetry. Here, numbers refuse to behave: they tumble, spiral, and float in defiant celebration of time's true nature: fluid, personal, and gloriously unpredictable.
This isn't about watching hours pass. It's about feeling them breathe.
Each canvas in this original series speaks to our deepest relationship with temporality. The scattered numerals become metaphors for memory, how we actually experience time, not in neat sequences but in waves of sensation, bursts of clarity, and gentle drifts of contemplation. A "3" might lean into a "7" as if sharing secrets about forgotten afternoons. The "12" dissolves into abstraction, suggesting that midnight and noon are just social constructs anyway.
Bold sweeps of color carry the emotional weight of duration itself. Deep crimsons pulse with urgency while soft blues suggest the spaciousness of Sunday mornings. These aren't timepieces demanding your attention; they're invitations to pause, to breathe differently, to remember that you are not behind schedule on your own life.
Living with these works means choosing presence over productivity. They whisper that the most important moments can't be measured, only felt. Your guests won't just see a clock; they'll encounter a philosophy rendered in paint and possibility.
This is time as it should be: unbound, unapologetic, and achingly beautiful in its refusal to conform.