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About Me

I am twenty-nine years old, living in southern California with my wife of ten years and our twin boys. I have been creating art since before I could walk, having been immersed in a family culture centered around love and performance art. Lately I have been experimenting, incorporating light, color, and texture with the written word, using primarily oils on canvas. I am fascinated with texture, both visual and tactile, and genuinely encourage viewers to touch my artwork. Think of them as sculpture in two dementions, with much of their depth rendered in layers of light. I am open to comissioned work, i.e. color scheme and size considerations. Each of my works is completely original, hand-crafted, and one of a kind. Numbered and signed prints may be made available in limited runs, however, bear in mind that the full experience is lost to this format, as all originals come mounted in their own uniquely constructed light frame, and of course, you can't run your fingers over the texture of a print. Interested parties feel free to contact me directly at: [email protected]
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My Blog

Something that belongs to me.

This used to mean so much to me. Didn't it? I pulled it out the other day, from the back of my closet. Saved it for a time, when it would become a thing. Some thing. Something... unfamiliar...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 10:54:00 GMT

A memory comes down.

Now it's all you can think about. You know, when you can feel the answer at the back of your skull. Laughing at you? You know. You'll not rest well until you've dragged it, kicking and screaming...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Apr 2008 08:50:00 GMT

riddle

the form of it is like a circle, one with a beginning but without end. touch it, feel the fevered texture of it. never still, never until it is no more. taste it, bitter on the tongue. sweet in the be...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 11:32:00 GMT

when i dream

when i dream, let it be a dream of you. nothing i dream or will be or will to be exists outside of you. when i stand, let me stand before you. nothing more than to turn my eyes upon you is all. w...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 10:59:00 GMT

overcome

I'm blind to the course before me, spine straight, brow level, arms wide. Ever swiftly nearing that which I cannot name, ever faster than my feet, I am. I'm free now to be enslaved by you, caught up i...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Jun 2007 00:08:00 GMT

waiting to be heard

this is what i see. with the heels of my palms pressed against my eyes. waiting to be seen. this is where i hide. this is what i hear. through the rushing of my blood. with the tips of my fingers pre...
Posted by on Tue, 15 May 2007 19:39:00 GMT

bone cold

broken, inky dream again last night. i couldn't move. impaled and unable to free myself. above me, the harsh scent of ozone. below me, bone cold. and rising fast.
Posted by on Tue, 08 May 2007 18:57:00 GMT

Rain

Watching the water fall down. I want to stand here, not moving. My skin soaking, my eyes open wide. I want to stay here, quiet, as all about me is washed. I want to be naked. To open my mouth. To dri...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 14:31:00 GMT

finding the edge

a vision, perfect. turning away, hiding my face. shamed, shamed. i sense the edge, desire it. yet i am powerless.
Posted by on Sat, 14 Apr 2007 08:03:00 GMT

wordfall

where do you end and i begin? my every breath is your every breath the pulse of my mind and all that i hold secret is flayed and naked beneath your gaze i am whole your freedom frees me its like a b...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 20:11:00 GMT