narrative visual artist


at my window, a garden of truth.


on saturday, i was called to paint.

on monday, i found a window hiding behind a window and they both lit-up instantaneously.

it was so clean and so vivid. i began work.

yesterday, i had a blinding encounter with a piece of music that left me shaking--like conditioning had been broken.  another soon followed. then another.  i was pushed to work on these paintings.

i am in tune with it deep. everything clicking into place. at my window, a garden of truth.

time slowed. everywhere i look: opportunity.  i apply.  i email. i secure a commission. i generate a design for a mural in june.

all the time i am painting.

for five hours this dance.  manic-momentum. overwhelming. wonderful.

this morning it begins again.  good morning!