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My head has always been in the clouds.
My head has always been in the clouds. These paintings come from memories of living in Arizona, parched, and watching thunderheads form far enough away that it never seemed to rain. So I moved to cool, wet places, and now I dream of those warm monsoon days, and billowing clouds teeming with rain, bursting against a wild sunset. My paintings reflect the inner ruminations of my life’s journey and the decisions that make me who I am.