The Noctuary

Helllo, stranger. I am ramping into another painting, and the beginning feels like it always does. Slow and deliberate - very clinical. I move fast once the current catches me, but the early phases are full of heavy trudging. Small examinations, quiet dissections. Revisions that exist for a blip before being erased. Never glamorous. Good thing I've been painting weapons - they don't need to be too pretty. My next painting is something that I've been ruminating on since Augu

My weekend was strangely wholesome. I spent three evenings painting until the sun chased me to bed, and one afternoon making pretzels....

Somewhere between sweeping corners and reanimating my favorite Halloween decor, I decided to paint with only gouache. Saint of Patience,...

All bite, no bark. The desert rarely softens, but when it does, the change feels holy. Rain floods and nourishes, leaving behind the...

I gathered every painting that I've made in 2025 and framed them. Although.. a little begrudgingly - the metal tabs on frames kill my...

Starting a website feels like laying down new foundations, although I've been here many times before. I am a child of the early internet....