This is a journey that all started almost too long ago to remember, when one of the greatest humans I ever knew instilled in me the idea that I could do art.

Throughout the years, it has made itself indelibly clear that, for me, art is not simply just a possibility. It is a calling. It is what I am here to do. For far too long I have ignored that calling, but now I know it is time to do this for real. There are no accidents, I am right where I am meant to be.

This passion has grown to something I did not think possible, and for the first time in my life (and despite the constant insistance from my brother) I have realized that my art is important, and deserves to be seen. I say that with no small amount of fear, as the little voice that hides behind my ear is constantly assuring me of the opposite. But now is a time for courage. Now is a time to tell that little voice that it doesn’t know what it is talking about.

It is no accident that I have found beauty in things that have been broken or forgotten, and it shouldn’t surprise me the joy I find in bringing new life to these things. My own lifetime journey of mental health has shown me that no matter how broken something may seem, it can always become something more. Much of my art is based in reclaimed material. Reclamation and revival, a state we should all be lucky enough to find.

So please, if you will, join me on this journey. Walk with me through worlds as yet unseen. I am dying to show you what is there, lost in the woods.

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