The week

Old feelings of Winter

I remember a time in my life when my great Uncle had a basement full of tools. It felt like a magical place I wasn’t aloud to touch. A museum of things. Timeless and scary a little bit. To many monster movies at age 7.

And some how it sat in my mind for 30 years as amazing .

Óla Galeras

Some questions….

Do you buy art?

Who are your favorite artists?

Ever had a portrait done of yourself?

What’s your favorite book?

What’s your favorite color to wear?

What’s the last song you listened to?

Have you made any art this year?

Do you drink coffee?

Where are you from and was art a part of growing up there?

Thank you

Send your answers to please.



The little city

Love is the breeze as it whispers secrets to you about yourself and the world.


The town

It’s really a beautiful place. The edges are rusty and sun kissed. Home.

All parts of one whole.