Inner Studio
The Day Beautiful Meant Something Different
I used to understand beauty as a category. Something you could assess. Then I had my son, and everything I thought I knew shifted into a completely different dimension. This...
The Day Beautiful Meant Something Different
I used to understand beauty as a category. Something you could assess. Then I had my son, and everything I thought I knew shifted into a completely different dimension. This...
Confessions of a Zero-Chill Maximalist: The Ten...
Why do we feel the need to fill every silence? From "no chill" dating to maximalist painting, the hardest part of creating isn't expression—it's building the tolerance to let the...
Confessions of a Zero-Chill Maximalist: The Ten...
Why do we feel the need to fill every silence? From "no chill" dating to maximalist painting, the hardest part of creating isn't expression—it's building the tolerance to let the...
1999 Called, She Wants Her Spiritual Weirdo Back
Finding old journals led me back to the girl I once was. This essay explores forgetting, suffering, and the quiet remembering that brings us home to ourselves.
1999 Called, She Wants Her Spiritual Weirdo Back
Finding old journals led me back to the girl I once was. This essay explores forgetting, suffering, and the quiet remembering that brings us home to ourselves.
Why I Paint Like I’m Ordering Takeout: More Is ...
I’ve always been a “more is more” person - whether I’m ordering extra garlic knots or filling every inch of my canvas with color. For a long time, I thought...
Why I Paint Like I’m Ordering Takeout: More Is ...
I’ve always been a “more is more” person - whether I’m ordering extra garlic knots or filling every inch of my canvas with color. For a long time, I thought...
Why Flowers Are My Trojan Horse
Why I keep painting flowers: they’re not symbols or metaphors. They’re containers strong enough to hold contradiction, pressure, and everything I can’t say.
Why Flowers Are My Trojan Horse
Why I keep painting flowers: they’re not symbols or metaphors. They’re containers strong enough to hold contradiction, pressure, and everything I can’t say.
Painting as a Blanket Over the Mystery
A personal reflection on painting as a way of giving shape to the mystery of God through embodiment, presence, and trust.
Painting as a Blanket Over the Mystery
A personal reflection on painting as a way of giving shape to the mystery of God through embodiment, presence, and trust.