New Addiction
This painting marks a first — not just for Season Eleven, but for me.
It’s the first time one of my paintings has left the studio and stepped into the world. The first time someone else’s wall carried the weight of my work. The first time I’ve seen my art framed by fresh ink and humming needles. To have it hanging at New Addiction, surrounded by artists who carve stories into skin every day, is an honor I won’t forget.
This isn’t just paint - It’s permission.
To be seen. To be felt. To take up space.
Thank you, New Addiction, for letting this be the beginning.
On Display at New Addiction Tattoos,
Vero Beach, FL
Ink Stains
As above, so below; as within, so without; as the universe, so the soul
The big storms mirror the small ones.
The cosmos spirals like your own damn heartbeat.
Your life isn’t random; it’s patterned after something ancient and enormous.
Whatever war you’re fighting inside will eventually claw its way out into your world.
Peace too.
You become your own weather system.
You carry your climate.
You’re
Smokebreak Angel: the winged warning shot for anyone testing her patience. She’s tired, she’s divine, and she’s done with your shit. Ink, attitude, and a halo made of pure exhaustion.
“Making wishes on all the starfishes.”
It wasn’t meant to be profound, but the moment the words hit the air, they stuck to me like saltwater. There’s something beautifully childlike about the idea: a world where every starfish becomes a wish waiting to be made, every tide pool a tiny universe answering back.
The mermaid in this painting is hope with a heartbeat, sitting on the ocean floor collect
A reminder that darkness is inevitable and comes from the blindside. Nothing is permanent and joy can be found everyday when we choose to pay attention.
A 4-panel escape route: surf, sunset, and the sacred rituals of long showers and loud music. A bold, tropical slice of freedom — painted for the places where teenagers turn the volume up and rinse the world off.
For the ones stitched from starlight: ‘I will never be a morning person — the moon and I are much too in love.’ A tribute to every night-soul who feels more alive under silver skies than any sunrise could ever offer.