come play

he just needs a friend
acrylic. ink. pencil. 8in x 17in illustration board.


It's me.

It's amazing how lonely I can feel here, yet at the same time be fulfilled. My workspace, like my art, is uniquely mine. It's me.

I strive for perfection here. This is where I fight myself and yes I lose from time to time. It can be about the struggle for me. Pushing through those moments of doubt and fear in order for my vision to come through. It's a mess, but it's my mess. It's me.

This image allows for me to see myself. This is my mirror. I'm there in my art. Flaws. To be honest that's what I usually see. It's just that little bit that isn't quite right. We all see these flaws, in ourselves and in each other. I wish I'd see them as differences myself. My workspace is different. I'm different. Hopefully my art is different. It's me.

I still try to fit in. I even nudged a couple of things before taking this photo. I couldn't just let you see the real me. As if I'm ashamed of who I am. I know I'm not perfect, but I know I'm loved. That should be enough, right? I want you to see the best in me and certainly not the worst. It's all there though for you to see. Just like everyone else. It's me.



Listen To Her

I find more often than not I need to be a better listener. So I made this.


Haven't really explored an angular approach to robots yet and this piece is starting to do it. Not sure how I feel about my McDonald's color scheme though. I guess I'm diggin' bright colors lately.