Josh Hernandez

My Blazing Soul portrays a girls face rising from flames, serene yet fierce, capturing a soul transformed by fire. Part of the Veil of Mortality collection, it explores resilience through destruction and the untamed beauty of rebirth.

The broken edges of my love — In twilight's stillness, the heart beats in fractured rhythms, a symphony of longing and loss. Eyes, deep wells of whispered sorrows, reflect a world both vivid and veiled. Love flickers like a ghostly ember, illuminating jagged paths of yearning. In this dance of light and dark, the soul finds its echo, where the sacred and the shattered intertwine.

Desperation Of The Eternal Perspective In the quiet shadows of existence, we glimpse eternity—a vast, aching expanse that seems to dwarf our fleeting lives. We labor under the weight of this endlessness, drawn toward the unseen yet stricken by our own frailty. The psalmist’s cry echoes in our bones, "What is man that You are mindful of him?" (Psalm 8:4). In our longing for God, we see our limits—dust and breath, frail but yearning. This eternal perspective doesn’t just haunt us; it shapes us, bending our spirit toward the divine, urging us to seek beyond the veil, where our hunger for eternity might one day meet His infinite grace.

There was nothing left for me — The soul unravels like an ancient thread, slowly pulling apart in the quiet tension of its own decay. Each strand of memory, once tightly woven, drifts free, fluttering in the wind of forgotten thoughts. There is no scream, only the soft, inevitable unwinding, a fading of once-bright colors into the dull gray of surrender. Time, a cruel seamstress, tugs at the edges, and what was once whole becomes a tangle of fragile echoes, lost to the currents of self. Prints of this piece available now, link in bio to own one

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“Behold the Son” Oil on Canvas, 2024 48x72” the lifeless body of Jesus rests in the arms of his mother, Mary, in a moment that is both heart-wrenching and serene. The painting juxtaposes the brutal violence of his crucifixion with the tender peace of a mother’s love. Blood and wounds mark the harsh reality of his suffering, while Mary’s calm, sorrowful embrace evokes a deep, almost transcendent quiet. Her grief is palpable, yet it holds a profound acceptance of the sacrifice that has been made.

Even the stars dare not shine — In the quiet depths of night, when shadows stretch long and the weight of the world presses on weary shoulders, the stars themselves seem to falter, hiding their light in the vast, unyielding dark. Life, too, often folds under its own heavy cloak of struggle, where every step feels like a battle against invisible forces. Yet, within this darkness, there is a beauty that only the most steadfast hearts can see—an untold brilliance in every breath, every tear, every quiet moment of endurance. For it is not in the absence of night, but in our ability to love, to reach, to rise, that we find the truest light. The struggle is not meaningless; it is the very forge of passion and purpose, and in the end, it is worth every heartache, every silent victory, to endure and love with all we have.

But the world does not know I am fading

Unfolding Depths of My Soul

The Weight of Infinite Love — Join us this Thursday in Los Angeles to experience this piece live, alongside an inspiring collection of artworks. RSVP now and find more details in the link in our bio. Don’t miss it – see you there!

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Burned Into My Memory | Original Drawing available to own, LINK IN BIO

Leave the world behind you — there is nothing that will fullfill the void your soul but the one who crafted your soul. What is to gain the world but forfeit your soul.

Leave The World Behind You, available as a limited edition print – don’t miss out. Discover more through the link in bio.

I Could Not See Who I Was, captures the struggle of self-perception—a face bound and obscured, lost in a web of shadows. It’s a powerful portrayal of feeling disconnected from oneself. Prints available to own, link in bio.

Guided by the Wind — The rider leans, the stallion flies, Through open fields and endless skies. A whispered call, a wild embrace, The wind's soft hand, a fleeting grace. No path to follow, none to bind, Just heart and hoof, the earth aligned. Through dusk and dawn, their journey spins, Forever guided by the wind. 30x44” Charcoal on archival paper Paper: BFK Rives supplied by @Legion Paper Available at @The Marshall Gallery

And at once i was not there At once, I was not there—like the wind that forgets its name in the vastness of sky, drifting aimlessly between shadow and light. My shape dissolved into the emptiness, a fleeting echo, lost in the depthless sea of time. But in the silence that followed, something pulled me—an unseen tide, a whisper without sound. I was drawn back, piece by piece, not as I was, but as I was meant to be. The river found its course again, not in the contours of its banks, but in the pull of the ocean that knows no edges. And there, in the endless horizon of being, I was no longer alone; I was the breath of the wind, the echo of the wave, the stillness between every moment. Charcoal on BFK Rives supplied by @Legion Paper madcharcoalshop.com For original artwork, prints, and art materials