My work disrupts the familiar.
It warps, distorts, peels back layers. Revealing the odd within the ordinary, challenging how we see ourselves. I’m not for the passive viewer. I’m for the curious, the brave, the wabi-sabi—the ones who see the beauty in imperfection. I don’t explore, suggest, or dialogue. I rip and reframe. Blending the digital with the material to re-see who we are. And break free from boring.
Working with just an iPhone and my hands, I turn everyday portraits into unexpected discoveries. I combine digital editing with physical manipulation—crumpling, folding, and warping images until they reveal new ways of seeing the human form. These images become paintings, prints, and projections, each forcing a reconsideration of the physical self.
My story
I didn’t set out to become an artist. But on February 11th, 2004, my life split in two. I was sitting in the Seattle Art Museum, watching Christian Marclay’s Video Quartet—four seemingly random videos stitched together in perfect synchronicity. In that moment, something in me cracked wide open. I realized I wasn’t living my life. I was sleepwalking.
I was a partner at a design firm, "successful" on paper, but the work left me cold. So, I quit. I threw myself into the void. I didn’t know where I was headed, only that I had to make art that didn’t just speak to people’s minds, but ripped open who they really are.
After years of juggling day jobs, I kept coming back to my art. I wrote a novel about a clueless life coach who uses his grandfather’s ashes to help lost souls find their spirit animals. I launched podcasts and even took the stage for a one-man comedy show.
Then, 10 years ago, I found my stride—photography, digital manipulation, paint, and mixed media came together in a way that felt like me. The results are raw, dimensional, and evolving. My work isn’t just about seeing—it’s about sparking something deep inside, something you didn’t know was there until you looked. That’s the kind of art I create now. The kind that looks you straight in the eye and says, "This is you."