Find me on YouTube! The delicate, slow moments you enjoy from me live in long-form, not my hard drive: cooking, slow days at home, bird watching for your cats, snow days, book chats—narrative that sometimes ask for nothing and perhaps go nowhere.
In a book I read in 2025, called People Collide by Isle McElroy, I highlighted a sentence: "Art is never about talent. It's about effort." In some career arcs, the former may be a [subjective] truth, but I believe the universal truth rests in the latter.
I desire to make more work.
I desire deep effort. To take time and study, to sit with critique groups, work with my peers and generate community around art—to become more of a student of my life that flows freely and documents. I take little cameras with me everywhere as a start; I'd like to put distance between myself and my old stories, and make way for the new diary entries. That will take some time.
I didn't arrive at the decision to close my print shop easily.
But to lose resonance with my own work while simultaneously experiencing the continuum of joy and wonder of others as they meet it for the first time is a bittersweetness I’ve decided to let go. And as a new iteration on solving for a deep desire to make images I'm proud of again, the experience of rolling that bittersweetness into tubes and sending it across the world should sunset.
For every single one of you who has collected a piece of my work, thank you for cherishing a living part of me.
