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It starts with the frame.


I scavenge thrift stores, vintage markets, and garage sales. People gift them to me as they purge or pass them along after a parent or grandparent dies. Sometimes they’re even left out in front of a house with a “FREE - take me!” sign. Then I sift through my photos and ask “What wants to go in this frame?”. These are photos I take of all kinds of things; from the food I eat to places I’ve walked. Whether it’s the incredible colours of a blood orange, the gorgeous shape of a pear, the textures of graffiti-marked walls or a memory of eating deviled eggs with my Nana and Mom, the subjects are random but all very personal in one way or another.

Then I paint. And what you see below is the result of this process.


Please note: frames and mats might have dings, dents and other signs that they’ve lived a life.

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