Let me tell you something I know in my bones:
The art world is starved—not for talent,
not for trends,
but for truth.

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…

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.

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.

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?

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

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.

"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…

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…

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….

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….

What if you could step into a painting? What if, instead of viewing art, you could inhabit it?

In my immersive performances, I use a virtual brush to paint in midair, transforming the LED movie screen into a portal—

Have you ever stood in front of a painting and felt it breathe?

Not just seen—but felt. As if the canvas was alive with memory, with movement, with something you couldn’t quite name… but longed to. This is the art I create…

There is something sacred about a closed door, a quiet room, and a canvas waiting.

These days, I don’t teach in large classrooms or paint on demand for gallery floors. I’ve chosen a more intimate path. I work exclusively with private clients—whether it’s a retired executive finally listening to the long-held whisper of their inner artist, or a collector searching for a piece that stirs soul-memory.

A sacred reflection on guiding 20 women through art and grief…There are moments in life so sacred, so quietly powerful, that they rethread something torn within you. Last night, I had the honor of facilitating…

Because time is the new luxury—and mine now belongs only to art. There comes a moment in a sovereign life when success is no longer enough. Not when measured in numbers, but in minutes.

I had built a thriving art education business—Santa Fe Art Classes—where thousands of beautiful souls dipped their brushes into wonder for the first time…

There are few joys in this life as sacred to me as being chosen—truly chosen—to create a commissioned painting.

To be invited into your life, your story, your dreams, and to interpret that with paint… it's a holy exchange.
A dance of trust. A shared breath between muse and maker…

There are moments in life that ask us to be more than ourselves. To hold space not only for our own tender stories, but for others whose hearts echo with similar ache. On April 10, I have the profound honor of leading a private, sacred art experience…

There’s a moment.
You walk into a room and your breath catches.
Not because of the furniture, or the view—
but because of the painting….It beckons you.

The Blessing of a Private Painting Student
High on a Mesa. Wide Sky. One Soul’s Vision.

There’s a stillness that lives only on the high desert mesa.

Up here, with nothing but wide sky and wind whispering across juniper and stone, I meet students…