Hockey Fine Art

My relationship to ice hockey began with my father dragging us up and down the west coast in the family VW camper van chasing hockey games.  We traveled to Canada to see the Vancouver Canucks, WHL teams like the Regina Kinds and Victoria Cougars as wel...

I live with racing thoughts, often talk too much and reveal myself too quickly.  I am intentional when searching for and shooting lines and shapes.  It has served as a therapeutic way to slow down my mind.  Intention adds curiosity in these reflective moments, instead...

Actively back into pursuing my art, after being stripped of my Zamboni driving, goalie playing dreams, I played voyeur at Fraenkle Gallery at First Thursday in San Francisco. At the sight of the black and yellow iron staircase I remembered my first love who dragged me...