To be alive is to be in motion. The blood pumping through our veins, the tears that trace their paths down our cheeks, the breath expanding and flowing through our lungs and muscles, the laughter that creases our skin into permanent patterns of joy—these are the hallmarks of a life being lived. Nothing is ever truly still if it still lives.

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I’ll never forget the surprise and delight I felt when, like living things, brush, paint, and canvas reached out and grabbed me, opening up a whole new way of experiencing the world around me and looking at my place in it.

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Funnily enough, I began painting as an actor’s exercise. I had always been the physical artist in my family—dance, martial arts, singing, theatre, stage combat—and never considered myself a painter or visual creator of any stripe! Then I was cast in a show where I had to portray an artist. So, I went to Michael’s and got a $5 kit of paints to play around with, just to get a feel for it.

The moment I touched brush to page I was hooked. With music blasting on my headphones and a sway in my step, new parts of me came roaring to life.

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This is the dynamic I seek to capture in my work. By exploring the play between the physical motion and the internal emotion of living life in a chaotic universe, I hope to find pieces of something bigger than the world inside my own head. A bit of joy, a touch of sorrow, maybe even a splash of truth—I’m on a journey to uncover the fragments that connect us.

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I invite you to come along with me.