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.

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

Hidden in the Shadows — I am giving away this drawing, sign up for my news letter for a chance to win. Link in bio.

CHAOS ABOUNDS — He rides through the endless expanse of silence, a lone figure draped in shadow, his horse’s hooves stirring the dust of forgotten trails. The wind speaks in whispers only he understands, the vast sky above a canvas of fading blue and bruised clouds. His face is carved from the same stone as the mountains, a mask of untold stories, eyes that have seen the edge of the world and returned with secrets heavy as the night. In his wake, the wilderness holds its breath, as if the land itself knows he is both of it and apart from it—neither man nor ghost, but a wandering soul tethered to something older than time. The earth trembles beneath him, not with fear, but with reverence, for he is the keeper of the forgotten and the witness to the sins of the sun and the moon. Each step, each mile, is a prayer to the unknown, a dance with the eternal.

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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.

Unfolding Depths of My Soul

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

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

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.

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

Tell me when you hear the scilence — that falls like a veil over the world—when the heavens themselves seem to shudder in disbelief, as love stretches too far, too wide, and breaks beneath its own weight. In the stillness, the heart of God beats, broken and bruised, not for glory, but for the ones who will never truly know the cost. His hands, once so full of creation, now are nailed to nothingness, reaching through time, through every soul, through every wound. The earth holds its breath, and even the stars dare not shine. He cries out into the void, but the void does not answer; only the echo of His agony rings in the dark. Forsaken, yet never ceasing to love, He hangs between the agony of all that is and all that could be, torn between worlds, between hearts, between life and death. And in that silence, in that aching void, do you hear it too? The love that will never let go, even when it seems no one is listening?

Heart of Chambers – original artwork available to own, link in bio.

Set Me On Fire - debuting at tomorrow's private event in Los Angeles. Available to own as part of the print collection now online. Link in bio.

Set Me On Fire | Original artwork and print available to own, LINK IN BIO.

Piercing Through The Fog | Original Artwork available to own, LINK IN BIO.