The Golden Bullet
16” x 20”
India ink and acrylic on stretched canvas
Mounted in a natural floater frame
A portrait of things that have stood the test of time.
Coors Banquet. Spent shells. A revolver. Familiar objects—layered, weathered, and ordinary in their own way.
The Golden Bullet is less about spectacle and more about presence. The kind of presence that lingers in quiet corners, in garage shelves, in passed-down stories and backroad memories.
Painted in muted tones with India ink and acrylic, mounted in a clean floater frame.
Held with care. Full of history.
16” x 20”
India ink and acrylic on stretched canvas
Mounted in a natural floater frame
A portrait of things that have stood the test of time.
Coors Banquet. Spent shells. A revolver. Familiar objects—layered, weathered, and ordinary in their own way.
The Golden Bullet is less about spectacle and more about presence. The kind of presence that lingers in quiet corners, in garage shelves, in passed-down stories and backroad memories.
Painted in muted tones with India ink and acrylic, mounted in a clean floater frame.
Held with care. Full of history.
16” x 20”
India ink and acrylic on stretched canvas
Mounted in a natural floater frame
A portrait of things that have stood the test of time.
Coors Banquet. Spent shells. A revolver. Familiar objects—layered, weathered, and ordinary in their own way.
The Golden Bullet is less about spectacle and more about presence. The kind of presence that lingers in quiet corners, in garage shelves, in passed-down stories and backroad memories.
Painted in muted tones with India ink and acrylic, mounted in a clean floater frame.
Held with care. Full of history.