Blog: The Collector’s Muse
Why does an artist create? For love. For truth. For beauty. But often—quietly, reverently—for you.
I call this journal The Collector’s Muse because my world is shaped by the ephemeral—the flicker of light across linen canvas, the hush between brushstrokes, a glance, a gesture, a whisper of color in an unexpected place. This is where I chronicle those sacred glimpses. An intimate space. A living altar. A place where I share the evolution of my work, my creative rituals, and the questions I ask as I move paint with breath and intention.
It is written for those who live with art—not simply around it. You are the muse who inspires the work.
To step into my studio is to enter a sanctuary where legacy is created, not curated.
If you feel drawn to experience this firsthand—to collect not only a painting, but a piece of the process—I invite you to inquire about a private showing or commission your own bespoke work: a quiet where meaning unfolds beyond the canvas.
Because art is not a transaction: it is relationship. Remembering. A return.
I Don’t Worship Beauty
I Don’t Worship Beauty
Beauty Demands More: I Must Make—And I Must Collect—Art
Not art that’s decorative or ornamental—
Art that stops me cold….
The Artist’s Eye Is a Weapon: Why I See What You Don’t
Private viewings available in Santa Fe + NYC. Inquiries by introduction.
I was born with an eye that doesn’t look—it unveils.
A flicker of copper in a cloud. The tension in a gesture.
Where others see design, I see truth.
Where others admire beauty, I see its anatomy.
🎨 From Law to Line: A New Chapter in Creative Legacy
What if the masterpiece you’ve always admired… is the one still waiting within you? Each week, I sit with a newly retired corporate attorney under the wide Santa Fe sky—once a man of structure, now a man of expression…
Your Medium Is Your Lover
Some artists choose their medium by logic. But for me—it's feeling. Intuitive. It's the pulse in my fingertips. I choose my medium the way I choose a lover. …
The Art of Being Alive
When was the last time you truly felt alive?
Not productive. Not successful. Not efficient.
Alive.
Ribcage wide. Breath caught on beauty. A soul startled back into presence….
“What Does Your Radiance Look Like?”
Select collectors are invited to private viewings of this new work. Request an appointment.
What Does Your Radiance Look Like?
Where is the light within you
that you’ve not yet dared to reveal?
What Mother’s Day Doesn’t Say: On Losing Her, On Never Becoming Her
Where do we place the grief that has no name?
Mother’s Day passes, and for many, it brings flowers, breakfasts in bed, tiny handprints in crayon frames.
But for some of us, it reopens the oldest wound.
Aesthetic Arrest: Why Civilization Cannot Exist Without Art
What was the artistic moment that first changed you?
Was it the hush before a violin's note at Lincoln Center?
The impossible blues of a Rothko in silence?
Or that moment you saw your child’s fingers dance across a piano, unsure, but divine?
Invisible Mothers: Creating Through Grief
Where is the golden child that never was? She lives here. In yarn and pigment. In stitched bone and unspoken prayers. Each year, Mother’s Day arrives like an old wound reopening.
My biological mother died when I was three, a casualty of Camp Lejeune’s poisoned waters….
🖤 The Art World Is Starved
Let me tell you something I know in my bones:
The art world is starved—not for talent,
not for trends,
but for truth.
Your Medium Is Your Lover
Art, like desire, begins in the body before it lives in the mind.
We do not choose our artistic medium. Our medium chooses us—through touch, sensation, and surrender…
Disruptive Grace: When Art Screams, “Hell Yes”
Why I Create With Cheetos, Pearls, Blood & Graphite—And Why You Can Too
There is a myth in the art world:
That art must come from the approved aisle at the supply store.
That creativity is polite. Predictable. Pretty.
That “serious artists” only work in oil.
The Myth of the Daily Studio
Have you heard the sermon?
"Real artists go to the studio every day."
"Consistency is king."
"If you’re not creating daily, are you even serious?"
To that, I offer a brush dipped in gold—and dipped in blood.
Why Collectors Are Choosing Large-Scale, Custom Artworks
A Love Letter to Space, Sky, and the Sublime
Have you ever encountered a painting that changed the temperature of the room?
Not through brightness or color alone—but through its stillness, stature, and silent command?
Commissioning a Masterpiece: The Ultimate Luxury Experience
There is no greater honor than being asked to create a piece that will live in and enrich your life.
A commission is not simply a transaction—it is a communion. The collector entrusts their heart, their aesthetic, their space…
The Artist is the Offering
The Artist is the Offering
Not every offering is paint on canvas.
Sometimes, the offering is the life you’ve lived.
The city rhythms that beat through your bones. The way sunsets follow you across time zones. The way you hold two completely different worlds in your heart—and call both home.
Where Genius Whispers: On Devotion, Dissatisfaction, and Divine Pursuit
"Don't only practice your art, but force your way into its secrets; art deserves that, for it and knowledge can raise us to the divine."
—LUDWIG VAN BEETHOVEN
How devoted are you to your creative…
Color as Devotion: A New Body of Work, A New Invitation
Have you ever stood before a painting and felt your breath still—as if the color was whispering a language only your soul could understand?
These new works—born from silence, motion, and meditation, are my offering…
Cut Like a Diamond: Not Training for Danger. Training for Art.
Embracing Fear: Transforming Challenges into Artistic Brilliance
In the crucible of life's most daring adventures—scuba diving with sharks, embarking on African walking safaris, rappelling the Shawangunk cliffs, or bungee jumping in Whistler—I've discovered that confronting fear head-on….
How a Painting Can Transform Your Space—and Your State of Mind
Have you ever stood before a painting and felt your breath catch?
A certain line.
A single hue.
A layered gesture that seems to echo something you didn’t even know you remembered….