I make images, sounds, and words.

Sometimes they arrive as photographs — landscapes, rituals, faces caught mid-performance. Sometimes they emerge as paintings — raw, abstract visions of what can’t be captured with a lens. Sometimes they demand sound — music that honors the forms of the past but is built to carry feeling where language runs out. And sometimes they insist on being written — dispatches of philosophy, speculative science fiction, or field notes from a collapsing world.

My work circles a single question: how do humans make meaning out of absurdity and chaos? I’ve chased that question through sacred sites in Bali and Malaysia, deserts lit by burning effigies, the peaks of Colorado, and the intimate spaces of live music and protest. Whether it’s a monkey stealing fruit at the Batu Caves, a solar eclipse over Texas, a jazz musician mid-solo, or in the melodies and harmony of my own compositions, I’m honoring the rituals — ancient or improvised — that hold us together.

I don’t sugar-coat beauty. My art is as much about fracture and shadow as it is about light. I’ve lived long enough to know that survival and creativity are bound to the same stubborn instinct: the refusal to go quietly.

This site is glimpse into my work — photography, painting, music, writing — not as separate projects, but as one body of work. Each piece a shard of the same mirror: reflecting back the sacred, the absurd, the dangerous, and the ephemeral.