All of my art is a mistake.

I rarely arrive at what I intended. Over time, I’ve learned to follow those missteps rather than correct them, letting the work take its own shape.

Influenced by writers and artists such as Shel Silverstein, Theodor Geisel, Ralph Steadman, and Kurt Vonnegut, my practice leans toward the whimsical, the messy, and the heavy-handed—often carrying a sense of humor that borders on the uncomfortable. Working across visual art, writing, and music, I use these forms to explore the unpredictable, and the absurd.

The result is a body of work that sits somewhere between play and unease, where mistakes are not resolved, but extended—revealing something more honest in the process.

That same approach—following what doesn’t go to plan—eventually led me into teaching. 

If you had told me as a troubled student that I would one day become a teacher, I probably would have vomited. I hated school and everything about it. The only things that kept me alive were skating and art.

While my skating career likely ended with my third leg injury, art stayed with me. Years later, I now get to share the one thing that meant the most to me with students around the world—and, in the process, become the teacher I wish I had growing up.

Anyways, thanks for the visit and God bless.