There are moments inside the studio when I become deeply aware that I am not creating alone. Not in a loud or overwhelming way but through a quiet sense of accompaniment. A feeling that the lives of those who came before us continue to echo forward through the ways we create, nurture, endure, remember, and carry love into ordinary life. Over time, genealogy has become something much deeper to me than names written onto a family tree. It has become relationship. A gentle notic

There’s a story in this hat, a story that carries dust and wind, sun and silence. When I painted my cowboy hat with cattle tags, I didn’t set out to make a statement. I was simply following the shape of something familiar, something that had held its place in my mind for a long while. But as the layers of paint built up, I began to see what was truly asking to be seen. The cattle tags, in their bright, worn colours gathered around the hat like memories. Each one belonging s

“My studio floor is a wild tangle of brushes, paint tubes, scraps of paper, and broken pastels. To anyone else, it might look like disorder”