GRANDMA’S ART

INHERITED CHAOS

What do we actually inherit?

Not just our eyes.
Not just our smile.

We inherit beliefs.
Fear.
Humour.
Silence.
Resilience.
Chaos.

This piece is built from reclaimed materials, photography, handwritten fragments, spray paint, acrylic and countless layers that refuse to be hidden. Every wrinkle, tear, scratch and imperfection belongs here because that’s how life arrives... layered.

I didn’t want to paint perfection.

I wanted to paint what it feels like to carry generations of stories while trying to write your own.

Look closely.

The longer you stand with it, the more it reveals.

“We don’t inherit perfection. We inherit chaos. The art is deciding what we create from it.”

🎨 Inherited Chaos
Original Mixed Media