For well over a decade, I’ve spent much of my time in an average-sized converted bedroom affectionately called my studio. It's a lovely sunny space filled with art, books and paint.  It is my sanctuary, where visions reveal themselves and become fixtures during the creative process.
 
Sometimes these ideas emerge automatically –– revealing themselves with spontaneous artistic flourishes. Other times I search for treasure as I sketch away—allowing my internal wanderings to serve as my compass through the rich terrain of fantasy. I’ve always needed my creative space and have found great inner peace as a “studio hermit”.
 
I’m often asked, “Where do your ideas come from?” The confounding question eventually lead me to graduate school where I focused on Jungian theory in the context of creativity. I’ve spent decades paintings, writing and wondering what the essence of creativity is. Do I know the answer? No, not really. But I do know that for me, the core of creativity is physiological. I NEED to paint and write and excise the visions that dance around my head. Art serves as a conduit between my inner and outer worlds — providing emotional interludes with the muses. Such intensity requires solitude and quiet reflection, much like the Hermit card in traditional tarot systems — a card I have always related to.
 
My studio is a quiet space of contemplative thinking and a loud place of deliberate articulations. It is a place where both the sun and moon shine and never fail to inspire. It is a place where inner worlds come alive and possess my paintbrush with joyous intent. It's my deepest hope that this joy I feel with each new creation is shared by you, the viewer.

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