This is the corpse of a building on the gritty side of Lizzy (the name and of our Detroit home) it was a magnificent building at one time, but when Detroit was busy going bankrupt someone stole the copper roof. Now it sits empty. The top floors gather rain and snow,...

This piece isn't a political statement, it's the result of my year of understanding Black Lives Matter. In 2019, myself, my partner and my 13 year old daughter were living on the Creole side of New Orleans, just outside the french quarter, a delightful mixed...

  Three years ago on a second date, we met in Detroit and ruminated on living here one day, my childhood city that is going through another revitalization attempt, it seemed like a cool idea to be part of that. First painting is from our hotel window downtown (The...