Channeling art, for me, is an energetic, spiritual, and deeply grounded practice— a spontaneous unfolding that brings form into matter.

Each symbol of light emerges as a one-of-a-kind activation,
created to inspire, awaken, and illuminate.

At the peak of an art piece, there is a magnetic pull—
a current that energizes, synthesizes, and illuminates the senses,
propelling the creative force forward.

As light informs the senses, a mystical experience begins to unfold—
one that imbues the process and gently inspires the direction of the work.

At times, the symbol emerges with ease and grace,
rising fully formed from the very beginning.
Other times, it asks for a deeper dive—
a journey into the watery depths of the unknown,
where the birthing is slower, messier, more tender…
but no less sacred.

At times, the artist must step away from their craft—
to re-set, re-orient, re-invent.
Yet even in stillness, the pulse of creation continues—
buzzing quietly behind the scenes,
inspiring and illuminating the path ahead.

In the early winter of 2017, the Thomas Fire swept through our beloved home, the Tree House, perched at a hilltop meditation center in Ojai, California. In its wake, every painting, drawing, journal—nearly all I owned—was reduced to ash.

And yet… like the Phoenix rising from sacred embers,
I accepted the invitation to begin again.

What emerged was a new path—wilder, wiser, and more luminous than I could have imagined.
A path that continues to unfold and amaze me every single day.