Ondas

There is a moment in Genesis — before land, before light — when the waters are separated. Above and below. What was formless begins to take shape not through force, but through the presence of something greater moving across the surface.
Ondas was born from that image, felt from the inside.
For the artist, the gradient is not decorative. It is a record. The deeper blues hold what was heavy — grief, fear, pain accumulated over years. As the eye travels upward, the water clarifies. Not because the darkness disappears, but because something moves through it. The wave lines are not violent. They are continuous, unhurried, inevitable — the rhythm of a process already in motion.
This is a painting about emotional transformation as a spiritual act. About the waters that held wounds slowly becoming waters that hold clarity. The texture is sculptural and physical — you can see where the movement happened, where the paste was drawn across the surface by hand, ridge by ridge, wave by wave.
Finished with Liquitex Professional Matte Varnish. Signed on the verso. D-rings with wire installed — ready to hang.

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“I spent years searching for hidden treasures. I didn’t know I was the treasure all along.”

Born in Rio de Janeiro — a city of impossible colour, salt air and uncontainable energy — Liz Souza spent 15 years crossing continents before she ever picked up a brush.
She lived in the rural United States, where vast landscapes taught her stillness. She drove through the Abu Dhabi desert for two years, moved by its ancient silence and vastness — a landscape so breathtaking it brought her to tears more than once. She walked the museums of Europe, absorbed New York’s relentless creative pulse, and raised three children across four countries — carrying faith as her only constant.
She came to painting not through art school, but through a lifelong visual hunger — years of museums, landscapes and a deep sensitivity to form that finally found its language on canvas.
Liz works with acrylic, sculptural texture and golden leaf — building thick, tactile surfaces that hold what words cannot. Her work carries the weight of lived experience: the heat of a Rio summer, the silence of a desert highway, the ache of years away from home, the quiet miracle of beginning again.
Every canvas is an excavation. Every texture, a layer of a life fully lived.
Based in Sydney, Australia.