About Me

I’ve been making art, in fits and starts, for most of my adult life. It started in earnest when I went back to school in my late twenties — printmaking, drawing, color studies, acrylic and gouache — chasing something I couldn’t yet name. For a long time I measured myself against an impossible either/or: I’m either an artist, or I’m not. Some weeks I felt like I was conquering the art world; others, I was certain I’d wandered into a classroom I had no business being in. I’ve since made peace with the idea that neither extreme was ever quite true, and that showing up, imperfectly and repeatedly, is most of what the work actually is.

What draws me to making things is less about technical mastery and more about presence. I remember watching a documentary years ago about a group of performers and feeling something crack open — the sense that art exists to create a moment where we step outside our ordinary, distracted lives and touch something just beyond us. That’s still what I’m after every time I sit down to make something: a way of being fully here, in a life that otherwise moves too fast to notice.

Over the years, that instinct has moved between mediums more than it’s stayed still. These days, writing is where it lives — I’ve kept a journal, on and off, for two decades, and somewhere along the way it stopped being a place to just record what happened and became the thing itself: the practice, the discipline, the outlet. I write the way I used to paint — not for an audience, not with an ending in mind, just to find out what’s there.

I don’t think of these as separate pursuits — drawing, painting, writing — so much as one ongoing habit of paying attention and putting something down. This site is a window into that habit, in whatever form it’s currently taking.