Blog: The Collector’s Muse
Why does an artist create? For love. For truth. For beauty. But often—quietly, reverently—for you.
I call this journal The Collector’s Muse because my world is shaped by the ephemeral—the flicker of light across linen canvas, the hush between brushstrokes, a glance, a gesture, a whisper of color in an unexpected place. This is where I chronicle those sacred glimpses. An intimate space. A living altar. A place where I share the evolution of my work, my creative rituals, and the questions I ask as I move paint with breath and intention.
It is written for those who live with art—not simply around it. You are the muse who inspires the work.
To step into my studio is to enter a sanctuary where legacy is created, not curated.
If you feel drawn to experience this firsthand—to collect not only a painting, but a piece of the process—I invite you to inquire about a private showing or commission your own bespoke work: a quiet where meaning unfolds beyond the canvas.
Because art is not a transaction: it is relationship. Remembering. A return.
Make Art to Remember YourSelf
Make art.
Not to be seen—but to see yourself clearly again.
We create to heal, not impress.
To regulate and soften the noise—
To remind the body: you are safe.
In a world that demands productivity,
art invites presence.
It’s how we remember our humanity.
You need beauty.
You need quiet.
You need connection—especially with yourself.
Art offers a gentler mind toward our choices.
Art gives forgiveness.
A mirror.
A pause.
Art is the act of loving yourself—
not in theory, but in practice.
It takes courage to make something,
even if no one claps.
Even if no one sees.
Because the one who needs to see it most
—is you.
You don’t need to create to be remembered.
You create to remember yourself….
🎨 From Law to Line: A New Chapter in Creative Legacy
What if the masterpiece you’ve always admired… is the one still waiting within you? Each week, I sit with a newly retired corporate attorney under the wide Santa Fe sky—once a man of structure, now a man of expression…
What Mother’s Day Doesn’t Say: On Losing Her, On Never Becoming Her
Where do we place the grief that has no name?
Mother’s Day passes, and for many, it brings flowers, breakfasts in bed, tiny handprints in crayon frames.
But for some of us, it reopens the oldest wound.
Your Medium Is Your Lover
Art, like desire, begins in the body before it lives in the mind.
We do not choose our artistic medium. Our medium chooses us—through touch, sensation, and surrender…
The Myth of the Daily Studio
Have you heard the sermon?
"Real artists go to the studio every day."
"Consistency is king."
"If you’re not creating daily, are you even serious?"
To that, I offer a brush dipped in gold—and dipped in blood.
The Artist is the Offering
The Artist is the Offering
Not every offering is paint on canvas.
Sometimes, the offering is the life you’ve lived.
The city rhythms that beat through your bones. The way sunsets follow you across time zones. The way you hold two completely different worlds in your heart—and call both home.
How a Painting Can Transform Your Space—and Your State of Mind
Have you ever stood before a painting and felt your breath catch?
A certain line.
A single hue.
A layered gesture that seems to echo something you didn’t even know you remembered….
The Collector Becomes the Creator: Private Painting at the Edge of Sky
The Blessing of a Private Painting Student
High on a Mesa. Wide Sky. One Soul’s Vision.
There’s a stillness that lives only on the high desert mesa.
Up here, with nothing but wide sky and wind whispering across juniper and stone, I meet students…