The one that I saved.

Over 18 months ago, I took 6 paintings in to my gallerist. She sent 4 of them back with them, declaring them unfit to be seen, and most definitely unfit to be sold. I was devastated. I was proud of the work, and couldn’t understand why she’d been so upset....

France, here I come baby!

I woke up this morning, and immediately started talking myself down. I knew I was finding out on Wednesday whether the studio program in France had accepted me or not. I wanted to feel good either way. I spent a whole hour telling myself that it wasn’t the end...

Meaning, love notes & ornery assholes

Let me tell you a story about a very naive, young artist… Once upon a time, my art felt incredibly meaningful. I felt like I was going to change the world, to connect with people, to help people. I was watching how my art healed me and I knew, with a fierce...

Some musings on art

The more I learn about painting, the more I realize that I am woefully inadequate to do it. I think almost everyone is. There’s just so much to know, so much craft behind creating a half decent painting, let alone a masterpiece. The more I read and the more I...