This is
what my
hands love
to summon

Images that refuse silence, scenes that tap the heart until it answers. I do not depict the world as it stands. I tilt it just enough for wonder to spill out. What appears otherworldly is only desire remembering its wings. It stands barefoot on the earth, yet keeps its eyes on the wine of elsewhere. I am far from a realist, I listen for what the heart insists on seeing. Click on the series titles to view more.