I've spent the last decade of my life soaking up knowledge and experiences in a multitude of fields and mediums. For years I had a hard time making sense of my need to pursue so many different avenues. Over the years I've discovered a thread that runs through them all... a devotion to the thrill of being alive and finding a felt sense of belonging in the home of the body.

All art is just an expression of what it means to be a human moving through this world. My body is my primary medium. Everything I create comes through this body of mine whether it be a poem, a painting, a glance that passes like lightning, joy that shimmers below the surface of my skin, or the tone my voice takes when I tell someone I love them.

I want my life and my art to drive the growth of each other, to become one and the same, to ripple with the pulse of the universe. So I devote my attention to the shiver that lives under life... that impulse a plant has to stretch towards the sun, to grow with the simple joy of being alive.

This impulse lives in every human but is dulled by culture, our sensitivity to it dampened just to survive. I point people back to themselves and this impulse, to luxuriate in mystery and possibility, to reclaim pleasure and joy as their own source of fuel, and to create art and a life born of the body.

Come, frolic in the playgrounds I’ve designed…seduce wonder and delight and plunge into a love affair between infinity and your body.