I loved paintings on the walls, the Victorian era but never really understood Van Gough. These are some of my works. Mostly I give them to friends, or gets rumpled then thrown and forgotten.

Some researches would say in each color you see, it stimulates a mental path of either memory or new learning.

Great for boredom, stress, therapy, and kids. Do you.

I’m thinking the greatest that I can come up with why I even touch a brush is that when a couple of decades from now happens, I can see these hanging on the walls. Like seeing myself younger, with the people that I’ve given them to. I wish to see that day. It might be fulfilling then. But in the meantime, it’ll stay as randomly random. In different mediums.