A publishing empire one line at a time

Against the night wielding the darkest of arts.

Some things fly better in memory than they ever did in air.

In the depths of a tidepool, I find the universe. In the ebb and flow of memory, I find my heart.

Every artist should paint a self portrait once a year

Sit with me and watch me make some art

February 2025 – Dallas, TX

Since I'm feeling wordless today, here is a look at an illustration I produced.

I hope to be this smart when I grow up.