Mad Charcoal

I knew in the depths of my soul that I could not see reality, but there was a subtle hope, a glimmer of light amidst the chaos of what this was. There is no living by what is seen, what is seen is merely a shadow of things to come, and the suffering of the past is the hope of the future. A sliver of hope made possible through the darkness, to really see once and for all. THROUGH THE DARKNESS Charcoal on canvas 36x24” This piece will be available at Ferrari art week in Scottsdale Arizona — see you there

Sold before released to public — Still, He Stayed

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Charcoal and pastel on canvas for Ferrari Art Week Scottsdale See you there

AVAILABLE AT THE MARSHALL GALLERY Graphite on arches cover black wood panel 12x12

In the deep night of a ruthless kingdom Daniel walked straight into the mouth of death. The darkness had teeth and endless hunger for every soul that refused to bow. But no blood came and no cry echoed. A silent mighty hand closed the jaws of ruin turning fury to quiet awe. The pit forgot how to devour. No fire fell and no angel shone only the calm unshakable power of a God who keeps His own from being consumed. Morning came Daniel stood untouched the lions lay still and the king looking down saw that even the hungriest darkness must kneel before the Deliverer. Last chance to own this artwork

It is I, do not be afraid — this artwork available soon

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Charcoal on canvas 60x48” Available at the Marshall Gallery, Scottsdale Arizona

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CHRIST ORIGINAL SKETCH GIVEAWAY Mad Charcoal

He stood like something the wind had forgotten to carry away. The years had carved him the way the desert shapes stone, slow and without mercy, yet with intention. His hands were rough and split, wrapped loosely around the lasso as if it were not a tool but a memory of movement, of things once wild and worth the ache of pursuit. The sun pressed hard against him and the air tasted of dust, but he did not flinch. There was a quiet in him that did not come from silence but from enduring it. He felt less like a man and more like a legend the land refused to let die, steady beneath the harsh sky, carrying a wisdom that only the elements could teach. The Will That Remains Charcoal on canvas Only available at the Marshall gallery

He moves like something remembered rather than seen, a quiet weight against the open sky. Dust lifts around him and disappears just as quickly, as if the desert refuses to hold his name. The horse breathes steady beneath him, carrying a silence that feels older than the land itself. There is no hurry in his pace, only distance behind him and something unspoken ahead. In the fading light he becomes less a man and more a passing shadow, riding through the wide ache of the earth, where loneliness feels almost sacred. The Dust Never Settles Charcoal on canvas 36x24” Available at the Marshall gallery in Scottsdale

PIECES OF YOU FOR PIECES OF ME Sold before release to the public

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