Journal

Nature is a constant in life. When I stop and look around at the chaos that is life sometimes…I try to look outside. I notice the trees,...

When I walk into my studio, I usually pause for a second. The day’s been full of other things, but I know I want to spend some time with my inks. I stand at my table, taking it all in—the colors, the setup—and noticing (again) how I always seem to reach for greens and blues. I’ll close my eyes for a moment and rest my hands on the metal sheet, just trying to clear my head. I don’t picture anything specific—it’s more of a feeling. A little pocket of calm before I begin. Then I

It started with thirty years of seeing the world through a lens — and a question I couldn't stop asking myself. I started taking pics of my kiddo around trains - which I should mention that he absolutely was amazed with. We went to train museums all over, took scenic train rides, stopped to watch trains on the side of the road and counted how many light rails we saw driving from Denver to Colorado Springs and back. So, as you might imagine, I had about a thousand or more pict