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….
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….
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?
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.