Chord Unresolved: The Hand That Holds the Rhythm

The moment between the strum and the sound, held in cadmium and cobalt.

The moment between the strum and the sound, held in cadmium and cobalt.

The floor dissolves into raw linen because a body spinning fast enough doesn't need ground under it.

The palette knife moves at the speed of breath—scraping cobalt across her throat as she holds the note.

A pianist lifts off the bench at the final chord, and the terrace behind her catches fire in cadmium.

The colour had to travel through her spine before it could reach the page.

The skirt moves faster than the eye can hold it, so I painted what the eye does instead.

A tango couple at dusk, her dress still swinging after the step finished.