One pen. One mark at a time.
Every piece starts the same way: a blank page, a ballpoint pen, and more hours than I would like to admit.
I have been drawing my whole life, and ballpoint is where I found my voice. There is no eraser and no safety net. Every drawing is built stroke over stroke, layered until the ink starts to feel alive.
The work lives somewhere between the beautiful and the slightly haunted. Skulls and saints, punks and their pets, animals that feel like guardians, faces rendered in obsessive detail. If a piece makes you feel something, it is doing its job.
On weekends you will find me at markets across Atlanta's east side, from Little Five Points to Avondale Estates. This site is where the work lives the rest of the week: take a piece home, or commission something that could only be yours.
