I am an artist, a nomad, and a bit of a glitch in the system.
If you’re looking for a curated, polished performance, you’ve wandered into the wrong room. This is my space. Most nights, I’m covered in paint, wearing a face of makeup art that makes sense only to me, and holding a guitar or a violin because the silence is too loud.
I’ve lived a life that doesn't fit in a box. I’ve been a nomadic traveler, a source of light in dark places, and a wanderer with nothing but a daughter’s stuffed elephant and a mission to stay human. I’ve seen the gore and the beauty, and I choose the beauty—even when it's messy. Especially when it's messy.
What happens here:
• The Art: I paint, I draw, and I use my own face as a canvas. It’s loud, it’s colorful, and it’s real.
• The Sound: Live songs and stories. No filters, no fluff. Just me and the strings.
• The Hang: I’m fun to chill with because I don’t know how to be anything other than my weird self. We talk about the road, the tech I’m building, and the life of service I’m carving out now that I’m "inside."
I’m here to earn my living so I can keep being useful to the world and keep my doors open to those who need a place to go. This isn't a show; it’s a residence.
Pull up a chair. Get some paint on your hands. Stay a while.