My Work

This is not a portfolio.
It is a trace.
A residue.
Evidence of thought left behind. What you are seeing began long before it was made in silence, in obsession, in the spaces between certainty and doubt. These works are not answers, they are questions that refused to disappear. This is my mind, translated imperfectly into form. Fragments of instinct, sharpened by time. Feelings given structure. Structure allowed to fracture. This is my art, but it is also a record of becoming of chasing something unnamed, of listening closely to what most people overlook. Look slowly. Not everything here wants to be understood. Some things only want to be felt.