Duration: My lifetime.

Staff: It’s really more of a scepter.

Education: Somewhere I have a university diploma, for fine art and design, that sparked this lifelong practice/obsession.

Cultural Influences: Everything from musty printed ephemera, structured yet improvisational mid-century jazz, the emotional punch of Jackson Pollock, the melancholic wit of Charles Schulz, the wildly inspiring philosophies of Andy Warhol, unashamedly naive typography usually found in back alleys or abandoned lots, trivia-inducing documentaries, scandalous biographies, often astoundingly-accurate astrology, the serene spirituality of ancient eastern thought especially Wabi-sabi, and the beauty of things imperfect, impermanent and incomplete.

Environment: An open and inquisitive void, the air thick with music, where shelves buckle with books, fresh artwork narrows the halls, coffee brews by the bucket, laughter echoes into tears and conversations build into rambling proclamations of love for all things authentic, ridiculous and contradictory.

Philosophy: Collaborate with wonderful patrons merging the emotional, unconscious (fine art) found with the intellectual, conscious, formulated (design) to tickle the collective conscious with genuine, carefully crafted, tailored-to-fit narratives inspired by extremely personal meandering memories, desperate dreams and passionate doings with intent to invite, excite and ignite.