Steamboat springs — It’s difficult not to feel like I’ve been running in place for a decade. The people in my life who once seemed like they were on some distant, and not very interesting, path are now brushing by me re...
Augusta — When I was a senior in art school I got engaged. I was 22. Instead of congratulations my professor looked squarely into my eyes and asked, “Will you ever create art again?” I thought his question was...
San francisco — The dog sat on the floor under the easel. She stared at me. I leaned over and placed the first piece of paper on the table. The paper was from Florence. A whole box of it that I bought ten years ago ...
A mirrorball of long friendships, a fishbowl of harsh reflections.
"There is nothing worse than a waste of talent." 20 years later my best friend's father's words still haunt me. I do not want to disappoint.
Spraypaint fumes and a cheese sandwhich and 36 little paintings.