i create art so that i could exist for another day. in a world of infinite possibilities, i have trouble discerning fiction from reality. my art is the only true thing that grounds me to this world. the expression of a moment, the transfer of time onto print, the nuances implicitly there in color, is the only way that i can understand life.

gravity is funny in that, despite your best wishes, can pull you toward complete chaos. it can also draw you to like-minded people, your soulmate, your passion, and more. it’s a force that can either bring you to a stand-still, frozen in time, or in this moment, take you completely off the ground.

in these rare moments, i can see a glimpse into the future. i see the brilliance of passion and the beauty in experiencing life as it comes, the good with the bad.