I paint because color has something to say — and I want to be the one who says it loudly.
I grew up surrounded by my grandfather’s paintings. He had a distinctive way of painting birds — not quite realistic, not quite abstract — and those paintings were just part of the air I breathed as a kid. I didn’t realize until I was well into my own work how deeply they shaped the way I look at a canvas. My birds carry his influence, even when I’m making them entirely my own.
My work is rooted in the Pacific Northwest, where the light is dramatic, the green is relentless, and the winters make you hungry for every shade of gold and coral you can find. I paint florals that feel like they might reach off the canvas, abstracts built on pure color instinct, and birds that carry something of my grandfather’s hand.
Every painting is made by hand, in my studio, with acrylic on canvas.
Each painting exists once. When it finds a home, it’s gone.
One of a kind. Hand-painted in my studio. Each original comes with the full story behind it — and the knowledge that no one else in the world has the same piece on their wall.