Notes from the studio.
New work, process, and the ongoing conversation between what I see and what I paint.
Signals
Thoughts, I think, are not our own. They are what we subscribe to. What frequency we happen to be tuned toward. And creativity — those ideas that surface in the dark, that tap on the roof of the mind — they are companions in this life. Guides, even. Looking to be made real, to be made seen, if only for a moment.
The Bees
I watch the bees from my hammock. Curious. Not Alone.
Everything. One Year Later.
Walking away from security. Embarking on my own to the unknown. In search of everything. Little did I know what everything meant.