
My work lives in the space between instinct and imagination — a place where symbols surface before they explain themselves, where bodies distort into memory, and where humor and unease share the same breath. I build images the way dreams unfold: through fragments, contradictions, and the quiet logic of the subconscious.
I move between mediums because each one opens a different door. Ink gives me precision and immediacy. Paint gives me atmosphere and weight. Murals give me scale and presence. Works on paper capture the raw pulse of ideas before they settle into form. Across all of it, I’m chasing the same thing: that moment when an image feels alive, when it stares back.
Skateboarding shaped my eye early — the improvisation, the repetition, the way the world becomes a landscape of possibilities. The Pacific Northwest shaped the rest — its forests, fog, and isolation feeding the mythic undercurrent in my work. What emerges is a visual language built from tension: playful and dark, symbolic and absurd, grounded and unreal.
I’m not trying to explain the subconscious. I’m trying to let it speak.
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