I would rather be ashes than dust!
I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.
I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
The function of man is to live, not to exist.
I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them.
I shall use my time.

— Jack London

My Story

Having been born in New Mexico, surrounded by the vastness of seemingly endless sky, in an eternal dance with the colossal Southern regions of the Rockies, I was always fascinated with nature, texture, color, depth of field, the atmospheric blues; the way that light and shadow can shape a composition and the way it is perceived. I considered the mountains, the deserts, the valleys, the grassy expanses, and the rivers, my Towers and Temples. These places are my Churches. Places so astounding as breath escapes you. To think that these lands were forged by fire and upheaval, but to leave such splendor is astounding. Such a colorful history and such a resource for a young artist. I began with drawing and illustration, surrounded in a part of the country rich with tradition; the patterns, the colors, the deep, mystical understanding of their importance. For many years I struggled to find my own "style". Many years, many cities, and many states later—urban and rural, North and South, East and West, conservative and anarchistic, spiritual and hum-drum—I found myself interested in Graphic Design as a means to make a living as an artist, all the while disillusioned with my art as an impetus to inspire the purchase of a product. Even in college, as I studied all of those that came before me, the impulse to go against the grain was all too prevalent and I soon became aware that the art was much more important, and in fact, the impact of the art sticks like a memory not easily forgotten. It was growing into this realization that I began to incorporate all of the things I loved about nature, texture, color, pattern, and the realm of the organic, the natural, and the often overlooked, into my work. And, while I was met with resistance in many cases, in others, the fearless abandon was met with emphatic and loving criticism.

Even as technology progresses on an exponential scale, I find myself looking to nature and symbolism—visual language—as the ascending step towards visionary art and design. The software, computer, tablets and so forth, have become the finishing tools, allowing for manipulations that would otherwise take vast amounts of time to accomplish, but even in their efforts, retain the splendors of nature. In an era of excess and maximalism, the simplest of forms feel like the most evolutionary return within the current cycle.

Just in the past four years, amidst a lot of confusion about my path and clarity about the purpose of art, I began working with circles. The circle, it seemed, was the perfect gradual step back into art made-by-hand (a practice that I, as a graphic designer, had for some reason wandered far away from) and thus I was, and have been, driven down the "Rabbit Hole", so to speak.

Simple circles became complex circles, and circles themselves welcomed new shapes. Shapes from nature, shapes from geometry, symbols, music, interactions, conversations...life. I have found enormous comfort in the grace and power of the Circle.

Every moment has the potential of carrying with it the equivalent to the strides and victories of a paradigm. By embracing the artistic process in moments, little things become big things and works shift and change; they grow and evolve.

This site is a work in progress. Expect to see new works and pieces appear quite regularly.

Please contact me about questions, collaborations, suggestions, etc. It's important that artists and artistic communities communicate and communicate often.

We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;—
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.

Arthur O'Shaughnessy


All my best…