At 18, newly sober from a meth addiction, I picked up a camera and turned my pain into visual poetry.
It saved my life.

Three decades later, still sober, I’m exhibiting my work internationally in Milan, Paris, London, New York, and Los Angeles.

I’m a single parent to my son, Max, who has Down syndrome. He keeps me anchored in presence, honesty, and what actually matters.

I believe loving yourself, and making your (art)work NMFW (no matter fucking what), isn’t a concept. It’s a practice.