Jessica's Flight
The beginning and the end. The heart of an angel and the wings of an eagle. The soul would fly away at times drifting into an unknown, drifting and flying before spiraling back like a whirlpool grasps at the end of a log, and pulls it into its darkness inside. The dove would be free flying and then brought back to the nest in a blink of an eye. I never knew where she flew nor did she. But fly away.
Boyd John Cole
I grew up traveling through the Australian outback, where vast landscapes and vivid colors shaped my love for freedom and nature. Those early experiences, along with my grandmother and grand uncle’s influence as painters, taught me that emotion is the heart of art. My paintings capture the energy and beauty of life as I’ve lived it—wild, fleeting, and full of feeling. I paint intuitively, guided by memories of the ocean and the land, always seeking to connect with others through shared emo...
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