Step into my curiosity shop, where every item has a pulse. One shelf holds paintings fresh from last night’s 3 a.m. epiphany; another glows with digital prints that began life as doodles on a boarding pass. You’ll find t-shirts dripping with sardonic one-liners, travel-worn postcards reborn as art, and the occasional black-cat cameo (because I love that guy). I’ve also invited my favorite explorer-poet friends into the show. It's a tangle born from road dust, jetlag, tequila wisdom, and the odd existential crisis.
Poets & Explorers is my homage to the restless hearts who write maps in melody. Think Leonard Cohen’s midnight wisdom, Jeff Buckley’s river-deep falsetto, Louis Tomlinson’s street-lit honesty—and the kindred spirits still to come. Each print captures that tether between tenderness and wanderlust, the moment a song becomes a compass. Hang one up and feel the room inhale: you’re in the company of voices forever chasing the edges of the known.
The Jackson Collection was born from a fleeting Chicago snapshot—a cigarette-lit thinker with a rat perched like an old friend (I added the rat). This series celebrates the odd kinships that keep us human. Grit meets tenderness in bold strokes and smoky hues, reminding us that companionship often arrives in the least expected shapes. Hang a piece and honor every misfit alliance that ever made you feel seen.
The Scream is a reminder. A child’s raw courage shatters the hush of adulthood. In each piece, my younger self bellows at the woman I’ve become—demanding fierceness, insisting the world still needs her thunder. These works capture that electric standoff: innocence versus hesitation, memory versus silence. Hang one where you can’t ignore it, and let the echo remind you to answer your own buried roar before it fades.
