Animals are more than companions. They are reflections. Messengers. Mirrors of our soul.
The ones we feel closest to often carry the values we cherish most deeply.
They echo our inner truths with a softness the world often forgets.

From the earliest days I can remember, animals have been the golden thread weaving peace, purpose, and presence into the fabric of my life. But it was the horse that first whispered to my soul.

Fleeting Freedom was born from one of those moments. A black horse emerged in my vision, not galloping, but gliding — as if running through a prayer. Her mane moved like water, her hooves barely touched the earth, and around her danced hummingbirds.

He was born for something greater than the cage.

I painted this lion in silence — not the kind that is empty, but the kind that is listening. Listening to the ache in his eyes, the story his body still held. A lion, once bound in an illegal circus. Forced to perform, to roar on command. Yet beneath the noise, his soul remembered stillness, dignity, and the wild.