I’ve been an artist most of my life. Maybe all of it, but that’s subjective.
I’ve been playing music since my grandparents piano made its way into our North Carolina living room, and my neighbor let me strum some chords on his acoustic guitar. Its important to know when you’re hooked. I just knew.
The moment of my first foray into a box of Crayola, I’ve loved color. It feels appropriate that my paintings channel my love for the wax and wane of how color reflects in life.

In various forms and degrees, I’ve made the decisions to let the things inside my heart overflow into existence outside myself. Hopefully they connect with others and make their imprint on life around me. Thanks for joining.