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Acrylic and oil pastels on canvas, 11 × 14 in., 2026
Some nights just taste like sugar. The ferris wheel spinning slow against a sky that can't decide if it's pink or blue, the smell of popcorn drifting past everything, sticky fingers and lights that blur if you spin fast enough.
This one's for the kind of summer night that doesn't try to be meaningful — it just is. No deep conversation, no big plans. Just the fair, the noise, the colors, and the feeling that for a few hours, being a kid again isn't something you have to grow out of.
Acrylic and oil pastels on canvas, 11 × 14 in., 2026
Some nights just taste like sugar. The ferris wheel spinning slow against a sky that can't decide if it's pink or blue, the smell of popcorn drifting past everything, sticky fingers and lights that blur if you spin fast enough.
This one's for the kind of summer night that doesn't try to be meaningful — it just is. No deep conversation, no big plans. Just the fair, the noise, the colors, and the feeling that for a few hours, being a kid again isn't something you have to grow out of.