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Horizon Infinity…an unconditional practice

How do you paint an emotion you can’t really explain? The feeling of breaking free, to be vulnerable and open, a burst of light from that dark place, to remember that life has got your back…a state of knowing that you know nothing but you know everything at the same time. Beyond the madness, there’s […]

“Peace is coming…”

“Peace is coming…” This has been a tagline for close to a year now, while painting over 35 roses to help support the University Park World Peace Rose Garden, debuting May 26 in downtown Stockton. Each rose painting gives its own message, personality that surprises me every time…and it’s been pure joy witnessing the excitement […]

The Pacific…blue magic

Beth Hart’s “LA Song” just happened to play on the radio as I saw the Pacific Ocean again, July 2014, with the verse “I’m going back to LA…” playing in that perfect moment. I was home…as in California. I spent the last few days driving from Kentucky with my mom, leaving a life and starting […]

From street fights to the bluegrass…let go and be free

Four years ago around this time, I packed my bags to say goodbye to Morocco and hello to Kentucky. Yeah, quite a difference. I get a confused reaction all the time when I tell the story. “How was that transition?!” was the obvious question. Well… Living in Casablanca was an adventure of fantastic parties rich […]

Art Alchemy…the birth after death

July 3, 2015…it was a breezy, sunny late afternoon, and I was painting a rose, (later to be titled “Optimism”) on the deck in Santa Cruz. Earlier I launched my business page on Facebook, and it was also my one year anniversary of being back in California. Little did I know this date would be […]

Making vs. Living… (why I paint)

I kept glancing at the address I wrote to make sure I got the numbers right. Yeah they were right. A right turn, then a left, then a U-turn to try that street again, speeding down the road as I was afraid of being late, and I didn’t want to be late. Dressed in my […]


I never really thought this day would come that I’d be a working artist. Perhaps there was part of me that doubted myself, or that it wasn’t possible, or that I maybe even didn’t deserve it. I always enjoyed art as a kid, but I wrote it off thinking I’d paint on the side. Instead, […]