Sometimes the most meaningful part of a painting is the part you’ll never see. Before the color shows up before the lines, the shapes, the “wow”, there’s often a quiet beginning in my studio. And in that beginning, I’ll write. Not pretty. Not poetic. Not for anyone’s eyes. Just words. A scripture. A prayer. A sentence that I need to hear again. Sometimes a name. Sometimes a single word like peace , strength , trust , joy . It’s my way of grounding the canvas before the wildne

As the year winds down, I’m taking a breath and remembering what matters most. As the year starts wrapping up, I find myself slowing down, finally. It’s been full… messy, good, surprising, and fast. I don’t always take the time to stop and really see how much has happened until now. When I look back, I feel thankful for the people who stopped by my shows, for those who shared kind words, and for everyone who’s brought a piece of my art into their home. Each connection means m

A few honest thoughts on my ongoing back-and-forth with color and what it’s teaching me lately. Color and I have a relationship — sometimes easy, sometimes complicated. It has a mind of its own, and I’ve learned not to fight it. When I walk into the studio, I never really know which direction things will go. A bright yellow might demand attention, or a deep blue might quietly take over. I try to let it lead. I’ve realized that the colors I reach for often reflect what’s happe