I was born an Artist, a Painter. It’s the life I’ve lived. My creative road has been a circuitous one. More like a roller coaster, than a road. Ups, downs, highs, lows, peaks, and valleys. We live many different lives inside our one life, but the one constant for me is being an Artist. Scenes from Sac State, "Kadema Palm" Acrylic on Canvas This said, you can imagine the existential and identity crisis one may go through when not painting for a signicant period of time

Every now and again a word swirls around my life, almost begging me to take notice of it, and it's meaning. When a word, or concept appears two, or more times, I have to write about it. I need to find out what the word is trying to tell me. Recently, the word "Liminal" peeked it's head into my life. Liminal refers to a transitional stage, the beginning of a process, a threshold. This, coming at a time when my physical life is in transition in many ways. The transition of bein

An old painting, painted over to start new. A favorite pen making marks on a fresh sheet of paper. The angle of a building, light through...

I look down at my fingernails, painted red and chipped from wear since my last manicure. My thoughts revert back to when I got the...