I tend to live in compartmentalized containers, desperately seeking that which will make my pieces whole.
I am here for it all. A walking contradiction in the best kind of way. I enjoy the work because I’m a slight escapist. Getting swept up in the act of making is where I want to exist—yet somehow I still get the kids’ dinner on the table every night. I’m always one step ahead, even if I’m late to your gathering. And when I finally arrive, it’s probably with windblown curls and a fresh roll of film from a random camera shop along the way.
I see it before you say it. That dream you had. That feeling you couldn’t name. I’ll pin it down, hold it to the light, and turn it until it makes sense. That’s what I do. I’m a seer. And a maker.
I give shape to the intangible. You’re mid-thought, half-sentence, and I’m listening —closely. Tilting my head, I pull a thread from the air. A reference, a tone, a flash of something familiar but not obvious. I ground in the abstract. Shape the ephemeral. Give it texture. Turning feeling into form.
Work with me, collect my prints, explore the archives. I’m just glad you’re here.
