Travel notes, process stories, and reflections on what it means to paint a life — from city to city, chapter to chapter.
I started these paintings after a trip to Île de Ré, working from photographs taken at golden hour. The black sails weren't actually black — they were a deep navy that the late light turned almost charcoal. I kept trying to paint them accurately, and kept failing, until I realized the inaccuracy was the truth. This piece became about that gap between what we see and what we remember.
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The search for the perfect first venue took three months. What I was looking for wasn't just a room — it was a feeling.
A few weeks after shipping the painting, I received an email I've read probably thirty times since.
The Life Stages series started from a simple problem: some of the most important things that have happened to me don't have images.
The island is so flat and the sky so wide that you start to understand emptiness as a compositional choice, not an absence.
I've used this blue-green in nearly every series I've painted. I've been trying to figure out why for about a decade.
After the first virtual gallery went live, I started getting messages from people I'd never have reached through a physical show alone.