January 31, 2018

It starts with an idea. Sometimes your idea, sometimes another person’s, but in the beginning art lives in the mind. And from the moment when the idea begins to the moment when you sign your name, there’s the emotional and ever evolving process of creativity.

December 20, 2017

The original selfie. An honoring of one’s being. A display for all of the world to see you as who you want to be seen for years and years to come

December 13, 2017

Picture this; a blank canvas. You sit down and lay out your palette with all the paints mixed and ready. Your brushes stand at attention in a glass jar you keep by the easel. It’s mid-morning so the sun is already pouring its light through your window. The air is fille...

November 29, 2017

I don’t hear what she hears. I don’t hear the music she claims that has been going on for the past eleven days. The incessant drumming and chanting that Buddhist monks and nuns perform once someone dies. For her it begins and ends at odd hours. It wakes her up in t...

November 18, 2017

The day was hot and full of odors that fought to overpower one another. It was midday in Marrakech, and the hazy sky brought along dust and noise as a compliment to the smells. I chose this tea shop because of the view, not because of the distance from the street gutte...

October 25, 2017

On a warm sunny day I was walking up the street and absorbing the fresh air of Berkeley, California. It felt good to have a little time to reflect before reaching my destination. I had my camera, some lights, extension chords, and extra lightbulbs all stuffed into my...

October 16, 2017

I wear black all the time. It’s a silly quirk from my days of being a punk/ goth/ metalhead too droll for anything else. That may make some surprised when they realize I’m actually obsessed with color, and I keenly observe it wherever I go. As a San Francisco cityscape...

October 10, 2017

The studio never really gets cozy, but I’ve settled in for the day. A heavy downpour filters its constant rattle throughout the building. Since I don't have a window,I can only imagine how the wet streets mirror the city above them.

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