I feel like I grow old in my stillness, like it was a creeping death. A candle burning my fingers as I cook my foods over piano keys. I listen to the creek of wood and wind as the world sleeps and I answer each time with a brush of paint. Give joy into the light but dance in the darkness.

No other holds hands in a marry go roundabout.

make patches of me and attach them to the ceiling of dreamers and lovers.

Lego bits of blue, yellow and red. Build up the sky and read typos to midnight babies of invention. Feeling the wind glide over you and your resting eyes.

long is the light of the sleepers.


7 for the day

All the suns in the oceans

Can’t say I’m the shiniest penny but I make beautiful dreams. They are like songs for your eyes.

Painter Files podcast ep 2.0 “little crowd”I fear a little bit developing film because it is the last bit of chaos I’m giving over control to a stranger with. I love the madness of just doing for my self in time.

LAst day of the show party

I was given all the great blessing with this show. The last day up is Sept 8th 2019. Come a celebrate with me. I will be selling off a few new paintings and eating and drinking with the wonderful people of Takoma Park. Hope to see you there.

I love this show.

I would love to sell out this show.

New podcast up

Painter Files Podcast 2.0

Everything comes down Sept 8th at the party

Come and celebrate with me at Takoma Bevco. I love all these paintings but I really want to sell out this show.

Contact for pricing.