I’ll try and sum up the best decision of my life: The first many years of my life had been spent growing up in small-town Nebraska where I felt alienated and known as the weirdo. I was told that I would never be able to make art into a career. Unfortunately this sheltered child believed that for too long. I struggled through so many days working on graphic design, living paycheck to paycheck, feeling claustrophobic and unfulfilled. One day I woke up and realized that if I waited until I had money to see the world, it would never happen. I sold almost everything I owned, packed my car with my art supplies and traveled the Western half of the United States for five months. I deconstructed my mind and all of the beliefs/opinions that were programmed into me over the years. I gained confidence. I stripped myself of built-up, bitter feelings. Overcame certain fears. Climbed mountains. Tasted the ocean. I started writing my own story.

Physically? I can paint, draw, write, cook, sculpt. Something less tangible? I can teach empathy and help you discover your strengths.

Things to do, places to eat, coffee & tea, great conversation and an art gallery right in my home.

Films, dance, theatre, fine art, photography, poetry, comedy, novels, music, nature, getting lost, feeling the history in old buildings, studying the perspective of architecture against its surroundings, digging into the minds of unique characters, foooood, adding to my list of firsts.