I’m a multimedia artist based in Las Vegas, New Mexico. My work comes out of automatic drawings, sketches, and subconscious mark-making that pull characters, emotions, and symbols from somewhere just beneath the surface. I work across paint, plaster, fiberglass, resin, and metal casting, creating a world where anxious little figures, busted saints, and emotional debris take on physical form.

My art has always been a way to tell stories. I make neurotic creatures and gonzo saints. Most of them talk too much, leak from strange places, or hold things they probably shouldn’t. They come from impulsive sketchbook scribbles that happen when my nervous system is fried from daily service, or when I’ve turned off my customer service voice a little too early. These characters are raw transmissions: spiritual barf, horny apparitions, and versions of myself I’d rather not acknowledge. I don’t really plan them; they expose themselves to me. Sometimes they’re funny. Sometimes they’re telling very sad stories hidden beneath bright colors and sparkling imagery.

Casting is central to my thought process. You melt metal down, pour it into a mold, then break it open to see what survived. That logic applies to most of my life, including how I ended up in the restaurant world. The skillet I cast became The Skillet I run. My life and my work aren’t separate; they’re two parallel universes bleeding into each other. One is a daily reality. The other is a strange psychic mirror full of cosmic entities, service demons, and emotional goo. My art is an attempt to ensure the portal between them stays open.