Making art has always been a lifelong love affair—mysterious, consuming, and impossible to walk away from. Like all true love stories, it has evolved over time. The setting changes, but the devotion stays 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.
