Fury 

19 x 24 in

Charcoal, graphite, pastels on 270gsm Strathmore 300 Series Bristol Vellum 

2025

It moves like a whisper carried by the wind, unseen until it chooses to be. There is no wasted motion, no hesitation — only the silent motion of intent. It gives off patience with a stillness that hums with hidden fire. Every step is a promise, every breath a warning, for beneath the quiet lies a force that does not ask — it takes.

When the moment arises, it is not a gradual rise, but an eruption. Power uncoils in a single heartbeat, a storm breaking free from the sky. It does not run; it flows, weaving between shadow and light, faster than thought, sharper than fear. The world bends to its will in that fleeting instant, surrendering to a force too swift to deny, too precise to escape.

Then, as suddenly as it arrived, it is gone, slipping back into the unseen. No trace, no sound — only the lingering echo of its carnage, a ghost of motion left behind. It does not linger in its victories, nor does it dwell on what has passed. Control is the truest form of it’s power, for it is not bound by yesterday or tomorrow; it exists only in the now, where strength meets silence, — a Fury.