Painting

...and i keep returning to it,

My hairbrush becomes something I cannot quite separate from myself. It is a site of repetition, intimacy, and reflection. In my daily rituals—touching, smoothing, gathering—I notice how care and control are folded into something so automatic I... More

Painting

...for a moment,

I render a moment of observation at night, where a rabbit moves through my front yard as if it belongs more to hiding than being seen. It camouflages into the grass with an ease that feels practiced—inherited; it dissolves into its surroundings... More

Painting

a held breath,

I am caught in a moment where movement softens, and attention lingers. What was once passed without notice becomes felt. The surface gathers light, warmth, and stillness. It holds. It waits. This space is not only architectural, but internal—a... More

Painting

between thresholds,

I am incessantly between thresholds, unsure what I am becoming—whether I am still in the act of covering up or already beginning to undo it. This painting rests in that uncertainty, where nothing settles into a final state. It sits close enough... More

Painting

the things i kept,

A detail of a larger diptych, this cropped image of a dried bouquet holds the flowers in a state that is both preserved and already past. The petals curl inward, maintaining the shape of something once open—an indication of the passage of... More

Work by

Elyse Ricketts

Drawing & Painting

“I exist at the edge of disclosure—between longing and restraint, what is felt and withheld; a desire to be seen, and the instinct to retreat. I return to a hushed question: how much of myself can I...” [More]

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...and i keep returning to it,

My hairbrush becomes something I cannot quite separate from myself. It is a site of repetition, intimacy, and reflection. In my daily rituals—touching, smoothing, gathering—I notice how care and control are folded into something so automatic I... More

...for a moment,

I render a moment of observation at night, where a rabbit moves through my front yard as if it belongs more to hiding than being seen. It camouflages into the grass with an ease that feels practiced—inherited; it dissolves into its surroundings... More

a held breath,

I am caught in a moment where movement softens, and attention lingers. What was once passed without notice becomes felt. The surface gathers light, warmth, and stillness. It holds. It waits. This space is not only architectural, but internal—a... More

between thresholds,

I am incessantly between thresholds, unsure what I am becoming—whether I am still in the act of covering up or already beginning to undo it. This painting rests in that uncertainty, where nothing settles into a final state. It sits close enough... More

the things i kept,

A detail of a larger diptych, this cropped image of a dried bouquet holds the flowers in a state that is both preserved and already past. The petals curl inward, maintaining the shape of something once open—an indication of the passage of... More

Work by

Elyse Ricketts

“I exist at the edge of disclosure—between longing and restraint, what is felt and withheld; a desire to be seen, and the instinct to retreat. I return to a hushed question: how much of myself can I...” [More]