I paint everyday.
Making art has always been a lifelong love affair—mysterious, consuming, and impossible to walk away from. Like all true love stories that evolve over time, the setting has changed, but the devotion remains the same.
I’ve painted in a warehouse full of other artists, on kitchen tables, from my backpack on the road, and in a carriage house blooming with flower muses.
The studio isn’t a place, it’s a state of being.
