So, I’m driving. Not like, as I type this, but I’m in Indianapolis, spending the night before finally arriving in Detroit by way of Los Angeles. This car, prior to my ownership, had never left the state of California. Well, that’s my uneducated assumption. The original owner lived in Santa Barbara, and the car came with full records: locally purchased, meticulously maintained, and driven 11,500 miles over the owner’s 20-year tenure. I’ll hit 17,000 miles when I arrive in Detr

Life takes shape in ways that are often different from how I plan. It’s challenging, especially because I spend a lot of mental energy developing those plans, working toward them, only to experience outcomes I wasn’t expecting, or things not materializing at all. I make plans because I want to make progress in my life. At the same time, I have to learn to cope with change and with the world moving in ways I can’t expect or anticipate. Both things seem necessary and true. Like

Last month I got to spend a little time in Northern Michigan with my family for a quick vacation. It was wonderful to spend time with everyone, go fishing, and even squeeze in a round of golf. At the end of the trip, I visited with my dear friend Bethany, who lives near where we were staying. She brought me to the dunes, which was my favorite part of the trip. The feeling of sand between bare feet in a soft yet mountainous landscape resonates with me. We took a dip in the lak

Creativity is a peculiar thing. I think most people believe it’s about making things—inventing things that didn’t exist before. But I think it’s something different. I think creativity is a skill that one develops by listening. It is the catalyst for creation. I believe creativity is listening to the sound of all that exists. The window through which we observe the world is limited by time, space, and our senses. We filter this world through our points of view, morality, mood

My yoga teacher and his wife are having a baby. At the end of one of his classes he invited us all to attend. Normally, I avoid these things like the plague, but I am new to the west side and LA in general, and have been making efforts to connect with people in Venice and Santa Monica to become part of a community. Finding a fit has been hard. I’ve found that the places I feel most comfortable are the ones where groups of people gather to do individual things, like yoga. I go

My four-legged creature and I are blessed to live in Santa Monica, just a short walk from the Pacific Ocean. This patch of Palisades Park has become our front yard. It's only a block from the apartment, but getting there is rarely as simple as it sounds because Pudge has a mind of his own. He doesn’t love walking. He loves attention. People, dogs, anyone willing to give him attention. He’ll lay down or roll around at a busy section of sidewalk to lure in those passing by. I h

I’ve been staring at this painting on the wall in front of me for months now, and today I realized something new about myself. I am this painting. In an abstract way, my paintings have always been self portraits. It's why I don't sign originals (and gallerists hate me for it), because signing one would feel like tattooing my signature on myself. It would be absurd. This work is about relationships. Not between colors or shapes, but between moments. Each piece is unique and