I paint in acrylics. And draw. Sometimes I sculpt ("why does your mom have a jar of clay skulls on her desk?")
It's just me here. I don't have a staff. I draw. I paint. I clean the studio. I spill paint. I scrape paint. I vacuum. I eat ice cream. I paint more. I wonder if the red glob on my hand is paint or blood. I answer the phone. I read the emails. I explain to my son that it's totally normal to have a jar of clay skulls on your desk when you're an artist.
This site is about me promising myself to get more vulnerable with the world.
