
All the Ways the Day Repeats Itself / 30×40” ea. / acrylic + oil pastels on canvas
The story is told in circles—small, contained worlds arranged in careful rows, each one holding a version of the same horizon. Color shifts from blue to green, from orange to red, as if the day is being remembered again and again, never quite the same way twice. Some circles feel like morning, others like dusk; some burn with heat, others cool into distance.
Though each view is framed and separate, a rhythm connects them. The land and sky keep trading places, light rising and falling, as if time itself has been gently reorganized into patterns rather than hours. Nothing progresses forward—everything returns, slightly altered by feeling.
All the Ways the Day Repeats Itself is a story about cycles and perception. It suggests that meaning doesn’t come from a single moment, but from noticing how familiar scenes shift with mood, memory, and attention. The painting invites the viewer to move slowly, circle by circle, and recognize that repetition is not stagnation—it’s variation, lived again.

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