You know me. I live around the corner. Sometimes at the coffee shop. I read. I paint. I take pictures. I do a lot of little. I sculpt and muse. I think and be. I write and dream. My body of work, should it have a common thread that runs through every stroke and gesture, every image of a thing, is comprised of two fibers that wind about my thinking: in my paintings, it is the way I think and feel with a sense of wonder and respect about being in the world. In my photography, it is not so much about images of things or people or the places they’re in, but more about their way and how I see them. This is all about how I play in the spaces that surround me, what it means to focus, the experience of nature, of time, and opening a space for beauty in being, temporality, and things that go unseen from the most mundane to the utterly divine.