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”