An abstract landscape of mercy. This is where it all began for me as an artist many years ago.

Mercy is a complicated word. It’s about not getting what you deserve. Like not getting a speeding ticket when you were absolutely flying to get there. Or the house not burning down—even though you left a candle lit on a wooden table. (Guilty of both… and so much more.)

Years ago, while standing in front of a lake, I watched the sunlight dance across the water. And in that quiet moment, a thought gently surfaced: Mercy is like light.
It’s everywhere. It holds everything. And without it, life would feel unbearably dark.

That whisper of insight became a calling. I began studying light—obsessively. How it moves across water, how it shifts color through the hours and seasons, how it ripples, reflects, and refracts. The patterns, the moods, the gentle unpredictability of it all.

Twenty-one years later, I’m still captivated. Still chasing the mystery. Still painting the mercy I glimpse in every shimmer of light.