After traveling to the Jungle in Palenque, Mexico… I thought to myself, “this is where I belong. This is the home for my Soul.”
My mind is a Jungle. A Jungle of thoughts, that is strangled, similar to the vines that wrap so elegantly around the trees. I ingested magic mushrooms underneath Summer’s breath.
and painted.
Painted.
Painted.
So much, that I left the paintings at the Air BnB.

Have I done too much Psychedelics?”
Untitled Jungle Painting
“unknown size”
2019

Untitled Jungle Painting
“unknown size”
2019

I feel so Aloof.”
Untitled Jungle Painting
“unknown size”
2019

mingling with itself.
The Jungle is magical. It changes everyday.
Our mind changes everyday…”
Untitled Jungle Painting
“unknown size”
2019

Does my consciousness travel to another realm?
I just… crave for a good nights sleep.”
Untitled Jungle Painting
“unknown size”
2019

Untitled Jungle Painting
“unknown size”
2019