The studio has been a wonderfully chaotic place these past few days. I've been waking each morning with a new idea, which is usually followed by a cup of coffee... then another... and before I know it, I've somehow convinced myself that one more blank canvas absolutely must become home to another magical story. At this rate, I'm fairly certain the coffee isn't fueling me anymore... it's conspiring with the muses.

I was in kindergarten when I first fell in love with Greek Mythology.

I began my art journey with more color than I use today. I often found myself painting for others, from 100 foot murals on the walls of historic buildings to something special for someone's home. Those projects were foundational to who I am today, and every client meant something profound to me. They entrusted their ideas with my brush, and I poured every ounce of my creative soul into bringing their visions to life. I now reflect on the bricks that built the walls of my cast