Michael’s Story in His Words
I never set out to become an artist. I set out to become honest.
Honest with myself. With what I was feeling. With what I was seeing but couldn’t explain.
Painting became the only language that didn’t lie back to me. Every canvas is a moment I chose to stay present—when I could have walked away. It’s not performance. It’s practice. It’s meditation, movement, and memory all woven into color and weight.
I follow what moves through me. Sometimes it arrives in a rush. Sometimes it takes months. I don’t chase it—I wait for it to speak.
And when it does, I listen with everything I have.
The Journey
I was born into this world with a deep sensitivity—one that made noise feel louder, silence feel thicker, and time feel slower. Art gave that sensitivity a direction.
Over the years, I’ve shed labels and leaned deeper into what feels true. I don’t believe art should be explained. I believe it should be felt. My work isn’t created to match your couch or fit into a trend. It’s here for the people who feel a frequency and can’t walk away.
If you’re reading this, you’re likely one of them.
The Style
Michael Mayo’s art is a visual symphony of contradictions—a reflection of the many lives he has lived, and continues to live. His work explores the unseen forces that shape our world, from atoms to space to the quantum mysteries that lie between.
Through his lens of Quantum Realism, Michael captures not just the visible, but the invisible—the complexities of the human experience, the dance of dualities, and the purity of creation. His paintings are portals: energetic, emotional, and often unexplainable—meant to be felt before they are understood.
The process
I work in layers. Not just of paint, but of self. Some pieces come alive quickly. Others sit with me for months. I trust the space between sessions. The quiet. The doubt. The waiting.
What you see in the final piece isn’t just paint. It’s time. Thought. A thousand decisions made and unmade. And when it’s ready—I know.