2019

The Comeback Year

May 2019. A heartbreak, a Killer’s concert, a sketchbook, a pen, a dozen repurposed canvases, Italy, and my story as a comeback kid


It all started with a little sketchbook - pen and paper. I wanted something to keep my hands busy and calm my anxiety. For a while I was doodling and sketching pretty much every day. I found peace in the intricate patterns and lines. I loved the idea of going just about anywhere and find quiet among the crowd.


Eventually I gathered the courage to pick up a brush and pallet knives once again. It felt like learning how to paint for the first time. It was incredibly frustrating but I knew there was no going back, I knew in my heart how desperately I wanted it. So I begun… this time not from scratch but from experience. I wanted every piece to feel like me. Over the course of six months or so, I could see my journey in each and every piece. I had found my voice once again. I reclaimed my freedom in my own discomfort.