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…

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?

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…

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.

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…

This week, I light a candle in my studio. For Veronica.

We met when we were 20.
Two wild-hearted women, full of laughter, art, and untamed dreams. Over the years, life carried us to different cities—different rhythms, different seasons.

And now, she is gone….

There is a rhythm beneath the brushstroke.
A quiet knowing.
The whisper of something ancient, waiting inside you.

When you enter my studio—through golden light and rustling pinon trees—you are not just coming to paint.
You are coming home…