Tracey Chaykin:
The Alchemist of Hyperrealism and Conservation
by Viviana Puello.
Where beauty meets urgency—art as a call to action.
It begins with a breath—so soft you almost miss it. A ripple on the water, the glint of an eye reflecting the world beyond the paper, the electric hum of life frozen in color. Tracey Chaykin doesn’t just draw nature; she resurrects it. Each stroke of her colored pencil is a pulse, a heartbeat, a whispered reminder that what we see today may not be here tomorrow. Her work isn’t a passive admiration of the natural world—it’s a battle cry disguised as beauty.
Look closer. The fur of a predator carries the weight of centuries. The feathers of a bird, so meticulously rendered, feel as if they might lift off the page and disappear into the sky. The water—oh, the water—becomes a mirror, reflecting both the world as it is and the one we risk losing. Chaykin’s art is hyperrealism with a mission, a meticulous reconstruction of the delicate ecosystems that thread our existence together. Every detail, every layer, is an argument against indifference.
She builds worlds with patience, her pencils carving out texture, light, and shadow with the precision of a master. But beyond the technique—beyond the breathtaking skill—is a message. The elegance of her work lures you in, but it’s the silent urgency behind it that keeps you there. It’s an invitation to stop and feel, to connect, to realize that this isn’t just about art. It’s about responsibility.
Chaykin doesn’t romanticize nature; she immortalizes its fleeting moments. A duck gliding across a still body of water, its reflection rippling into eternity. A predator’s gaze, locked onto yours, unflinching, untamed. A silent current beneath the surface, where survival plays out in a dance too swift for the human eye—but not for her.
Her work is an experience. It doesn’t sit on a wall; it lingers in the mind, unsettles the heart, makes you wonder how something so fragile could also be so powerful. The medium—colored pencil—might sound unassuming, but under her hand, it transforms. The layers stack, the colors deepen, and what emerges is more than an image. It’s a conversation. A plea. A reckoning.
For collectors, curators, and art lovers, Chaykin’s work offers more than aesthetic pleasure. It is art with depth, meaning, and an edge sharp enough to cut through the noise of modern life. It demands presence. It refuses to be ignored. And isn’t that the highest calling of any masterpiece?
Explore Tracey Chaykin’s work—not just to admire, but to awaken.

Viviana Puello
Editor-in-Chief