Classical Greek architecture was standardized across the empire. And here in Naxos, only a few hours from Athens, sits an ancient oddity that breaks the rigorous aesthetic rules. The locals have differing individual stories for who built it & what it was meant to be. I don't know its history enough to determine who is right, which I think makes this structure even more intriguing.

I introduced my friend to painting one day with a colloborative piece. We split the canvas down the middle and painted our own halves. Then I brushed over his, he did the same over mine. It became more & more chaotic until we both abrubtly stopped. We agreed there was nothing more to be done.

After the invention of the ship, Greek single-man vases quickly became obsolete. These ancient vessels now exist to let wealthy tourists cruise the sea in the fashion of their ancestors.

Mesa College in San Diego was a great school to attend. I wanted something to remember it by.

While on a run through some hills, I discovered a worn-down classic car with flat tires, sitting dormant against the curb. The paint that wasn't overtaken by rust was a brilliant green. I had to restore it to its former glory- in a picture, at least.

Sometimes the must mundane, forgettable scenes make the most interesting things to paint.

Colonel Balloonaparte's battlefield prowess was the stuff of legends. By age 12 he popped his first foe, and by 14 had conquered the entire Eastern hemisphere. His life was tragically cut short at the age of 23, when he sat too close to a candle.

On the right are masculine thoughts- rigid, sturdy and serial. The thoughts on the left are feminine- flowing, flexible, and parallel. Below are the Earthly limits and pains placed on us, and above is the world we all aspire for but is beyond our comprehension. In the middle, your referee silently watches the games that are played between all sides.

It is pretty rare that I mix exactly the amount of paint I need.

This was the first painting I made for a long time. It is kinda my 'calibration'- where I relearned color mixing, blending, and textures.

Another everyday scene that I felt compelled to paint. The radio tower stood like a giant above me. I imagined the endless stream of data it was listening for and spitting back out. The specks of information flow like a river through it, coursing through the clouds to make their way to my phone so I can ask google where to find chinese food.