I recently picked up my CD collection from mom & dad’s house. Spanned over two boxes of jewel cases and a cloth CD car organizer in my childhood bedroom closet were years of paper route and fast food money in the form of digitally compressed music. Going through the collection…

Chapter 3: Forced to Stay || Chapter 3: Forced to Stay The camera scans the ground. Glass spheres are strewn about, some dark and broken, others intact and full of light. The driver holds a freshly broken sphere and inhales the vapors that once filled it. Bound to the trunk…

God Knows || God Knows The headlights are gone. Lights blink open and closed like eyes watching from the trees and the pillars of a tomb. The stone door opens as the driving force of instruments slows and the seven strings begin to chug. The driver now rests in the…

Where Light Divides The Holler || Where Light Divides The Holler Tires screech and the car careens wildly into a tree, throwing the driver through the windshield. Bryan Garris takes a deep breath and belts one of his iconic screams in earnest. While the uniqueness of his vocal style didn’t…

Growing up in the time of ninety-nine cents per song, file sharing, and skip — repeat — shuffle options; the early 2000’s would’ve made it appear as if the album were dead. Though now that I think about it, there really was no good ol’ days when the idea of…

This was originally a commission piece but the sale fell through, and honestly I couldn’t have been happier. I painted this after a night I saw my body during a dream. I have extremely vivid dreams to begin with, and while growing up, my sister would look up our dreams…

Whether you’re looking at a piece of my art, reading a poem of mine, or having a conversation with me, I find zero shame in discussing mental health. I’ve found what works best for me is learning healthy coping skills, verbalizing my emotions inside and outside of therapy sessions, and…

I think this one occurred as organically as a piece could. At the time I was doing a lot of mixed media stuff so I’d just flip through old catalogs and magazines, ripping out pages left and right if I spotted something. If I couldn’t find what I wanted, I’d…

I hadn’t been painting for very long when I painted alienated. At the time, I had a tube of red, yellow, and blue, plus white and black. I would see all these different colors of acrylic paint at the store and even though I was sure they had their applications…