Blue Me Away
Blue layered like memories: Bali Swells, cold Aussie dawns, California dreams.
Soft chaos. Liquid rythm.
Ocean. Motion. Emotion
Collection of artworks 2016-2025
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Blue layered like memories: Bali Swells, cold Aussie dawns, California dreams.
Soft chaos. Liquid rythm.
Ocean. Motion. Emotion
Collection of artworks 2016-2025
Scroll to dive in
Waves I saw.
Waves I loved,
Waves I dreamed before I ever reached them.
Waves I loved,
Waves I dreamed before I ever reached them.
A long-form ocean series - born from salt mornings, island fantasies, reef breaks and blue feelings that never quite left.
Some waves are real places.
Some - memories.
Some - daydreams of islands I haven't visited yet.
All of them - pieces of the ocean I carry inside.
Some waves are real places.
Some - memories.
Some - daydreams of islands I haven't visited yet.
All of them - pieces of the ocean I carry inside.
Series Navigator
True Blue - is about salt on the skin, the hush before a set and the way water curves when nothing else matters.
Only motion, depth and the sound of your breath and heartbit.
Only motion, depth and the sound of your breath and heartbit.
This is a love letter to tropical life - to carved patterns, ikat fabric, reef rituals, coconut-leaf wind and the feeling of arriving somewhere that changes you.
These works carry fragments of islands: a bit of Java's soul, Sumbawa's dry wind, Bali prayers at sunrise and Mentawai dreams at night.
Not always places I've been - but places I remember anyway
These works carry fragments of islands: a bit of Java's soul, Sumbawa's dry wind, Bali prayers at sunrise and Mentawai dreams at night.
Not always places I've been - but places I remember anyway
Ocean alchemy. Blue water kissed with gold, like sunset melting into swell.
Warm, lush and luminous, these pieces hold the moment when the day is fading, but everything feels wide and alive.
Ocean here is not just blue - it's liquid gold, sparkling like prayers in the wind
Warm, lush and luminous, these pieces hold the moment when the day is fading, but everything feels wide and alive.
Ocean here is not just blue - it's liquid gold, sparkling like prayers in the wind
True Blue
True Blue - is about salt on the skin, the hush before a set and the way water curves when nothing else matters.
Only motion, depth and the sound of your breath and heartbit.
Only motion, depth and the sound of your breath and heartbit.
Blue Trouble
Inspired by the color of his eyes when he looked at the ocean.
2016 - Bali, Uluwatu. We had just met.
Not butterflies, more like a full super-set crashing right onto my head - you know the kind.
salt. laughter, messy hair, everything too loud and too blue in the best possible way.
this wave carries that moment - bright, young, electric.
a rush of water, a rush of feeling.
some stories start quietly.
this one - didn't
prints available from 40$
Inspired by the color of his eyes when he looked at the ocean.
2016 - Bali, Uluwatu. We had just met.
Not butterflies, more like a full super-set crashing right onto my head - you know the kind.
salt. laughter, messy hair, everything too loud and too blue in the best possible way.
this wave carries that moment - bright, young, electric.
a rush of water, a rush of feeling.
some stories start quietly.
this one - didn't
prints available from 40$
Rottnest Blues
Mid-february on Rottnest. The kind of day when time stretches - salty skin, sun buzzling above, and the ocean speaking louder than thoughts.
The waves rolled in lazy sets, one after another, steady and sure - like they had all the time in the world.
I remember the wind tasting like freedom, the blue deeper than reason, the moment slow and wide.
This piece holds that day in paint - a memory of Western Australia where the world felt simple, bright and beautifully alive.
Oil on canvas
280$
Mid-february on Rottnest. The kind of day when time stretches - salty skin, sun buzzling above, and the ocean speaking louder than thoughts.
The waves rolled in lazy sets, one after another, steady and sure - like they had all the time in the world.
I remember the wind tasting like freedom, the blue deeper than reason, the moment slow and wide.
This piece holds that day in paint - a memory of Western Australia where the world felt simple, bright and beautifully alive.
Oil on canvas
280$
Blue Me Away
This was the first.
The moment something shifted — brush in hand, salt still on skin, a feeling that the ocean wasn’t just scenery, but language.
I painted her on a day when the world felt wide, blue and honest.
Not perfect, just real - like the first wave after a while, shaky legs, loud heart, sun in eyes.
She's the begining of this series, the spark.
A piece of courage, curiosity and saltwater memory.
Acrylic on canvas
450$
prints available from 30$
This was the first.
The moment something shifted — brush in hand, salt still on skin, a feeling that the ocean wasn’t just scenery, but language.
I painted her on a day when the world felt wide, blue and honest.
Not perfect, just real - like the first wave after a while, shaky legs, loud heart, sun in eyes.
She's the begining of this series, the spark.
A piece of courage, curiosity and saltwater memory.
Acrylic on canvas
450$
prints available from 30$
Sitting. Waiting. Wishing
A slow morning on a tiny island, the kind where time streches like wet sand. No phones. No plans. Just swell lines and a boat moving through blue glass.
He waits - not impatiently, but like someone who knows that good things arrive in their own rythm.
There's a kind of magic in those momemts - sweet ache of wanting something that hasn't come yet.
Acrylic on canvas
prints available from 30$
A slow morning on a tiny island, the kind where time streches like wet sand. No phones. No plans. Just swell lines and a boat moving through blue glass.
He waits - not impatiently, but like someone who knows that good things arrive in their own rythm.
There's a kind of magic in those momemts - sweet ache of wanting something that hasn't come yet.
Acrylic on canvas
prints available from 30$
Midnight Reef
You know that feeling, when Kygo plays "Midnight" and the night tastes like salt and warm skin?
The world slows down, waves breathe heavier and something in you says stay a bit longer.
Midnight Reef is a memory of tropical nights when everything glimmers - salt on skin, stars in the eyes, damp air, a faint echo of tides and distant thunder.
Acrylic on canvas
prints available from 30$
You know that feeling, when Kygo plays "Midnight" and the night tastes like salt and warm skin?
The world slows down, waves breathe heavier and something in you says stay a bit longer.
Midnight Reef is a memory of tropical nights when everything glimmers - salt on skin, stars in the eyes, damp air, a faint echo of tides and distant thunder.
Acrylic on canvas
prints available from 30$
Good Waves Only
Painted this one in Bali, barefoot on a sun-warm balcony.
Bintang in one hand, brush in the other.
Sumatra was close enough to feel it, like a memory I hadn't lived yet.
The palms, the blue, the slow evening breeze - everything there tastes like salt, like freedom, like late afternoons that never hurry.
A piece of Bali in the shape of Sumatra dream.
Acrylic on canvas
prints available from 30$
Painted this one in Bali, barefoot on a sun-warm balcony.
Bintang in one hand, brush in the other.
Sumatra was close enough to feel it, like a memory I hadn't lived yet.
The palms, the blue, the slow evening breeze - everything there tastes like salt, like freedom, like late afternoons that never hurry.
A piece of Bali in the shape of Sumatra dream.
Acrylic on canvas
prints available from 30$
Hold Your Breath for Me
Some waves are not just water - they are consequence, reverence, a quiet nod to something greater.
I painted this one thinking of Teahupo'o: where every line of turquoise is a risk, every lip a prayer, every surfer - small against the cathedral of the ocean.
A reminder that beauty isn't always gentle.
Sometimes she demands courage.
Acrylic on canvas
prints available from 30$
Some waves are not just water - they are consequence, reverence, a quiet nod to something greater.
I painted this one thinking of Teahupo'o: where every line of turquoise is a risk, every lip a prayer, every surfer - small against the cathedral of the ocean.
A reminder that beauty isn't always gentle.
Sometimes she demands courage.
Acrylic on canvas
prints available from 30$
Island Stories
This is a love letter to tropical life - to carved patterns, ikat fabric, reef rituals, coconut-leaf wind and the feeling of arriving somewhere that changes you.
These works carry fragments of islands: a bit of Java's soul, Sumbawa's dry wind, Bali prayers at sunrise and Mentawai dreams at night.
Not always places I've been - but places I remember anyway
These works carry fragments of islands: a bit of Java's soul, Sumbawa's dry wind, Bali prayers at sunrise and Mentawai dreams at night.
Not always places I've been - but places I remember anyway
In the sea of people my eyes will always look for you
Mentawai - or maybe just the Mentawai I imagine.
Hot palms leaning over water, waves breaking with that slow island confidence.
I painted this from fantasy - from stories, from longing, from the way tropics live in my head when life feels too grey.
Sometimes we paint places before we ever see them.
Some days imagination arrive first - salt, heat and a promise of somewhere we might go.
Mentawai - or maybe just the Mentawai I imagine.
Hot palms leaning over water, waves breaking with that slow island confidence.
I painted this from fantasy - from stories, from longing, from the way tropics live in my head when life feels too grey.
Sometimes we paint places before we ever see them.
Some days imagination arrive first - salt, heat and a promise of somewhere we might go.
Liquid Sun
Ocean alchemy. Blue water kissed with gold, like sunset melting into swell.
Warm, lush and luminous, these pieces hold the moment when the day is fading, but everything feels wide and alive.
Ocean here is not just blue - it's liquid gold, sparkling like prayers in the wind
Warm, lush and luminous, these pieces hold the moment when the day is fading, but everything feels wide and alive.
Ocean here is not just blue - it's liquid gold, sparkling like prayers in the wind
Scar Reef
Rough coast. Scar Reef. Sumbawa
A wave that doesn/t bother with softness - just clean power folding over shallow reef.
The sand there is the color of burnt earth, dry wind in your face, ocean sharp and bright likу a decision you can't take back.
This piece is a small memory of that kind of place: wild, remote, no forgiveness, only perfection if you're ready.
Blue over rust. Foam like torn lace.
A spot that humbles you - even if you only painted it instead of riding it.
Rough coast. Scar Reef. Sumbawa
A wave that doesn/t bother with softness - just clean power folding over shallow reef.
The sand there is the color of burnt earth, dry wind in your face, ocean sharp and bright likу a decision you can't take back.
This piece is a small memory of that kind of place: wild, remote, no forgiveness, only perfection if you're ready.
Blue over rust. Foam like torn lace.
A spot that humbles you - even if you only painted it instead of riding it.
Ocean alchemy. Blue water kissed with gold, like sunset melting into swell.
Warm, lush and luminous, these pieces hold the moment when the day is fading, but everything feels wide and alive.
Ocean here is not just blue - it's liquid gold, sparkling like prayers in the wind
Warm, lush and luminous, these pieces hold the moment when the day is fading, but everything feels wide and alive.
Ocean here is not just blue - it's liquid gold, sparkling like prayers in the wind
Visual aids are often used to help audiences of informative and persuasive speeches understand the topic being presented. Visual aids can play a large role in how the audience understands and takes in information that is presented.
throug this works i've tried to show that adrenaline infused journey through the eyes of those who dare to dance with the ocean
Padang Padang
Blue Midnight
Blue Midnight
In the sea of people my eyes will always look for you
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