The Gallery
Haiku: Who would have thought that \ Margs and queso as witness \ we would become: us.
Haiku: The Skylark Lounge closed \ One of this year's tragedies \ One of the many!
Haiku: The rodeo clown \ Used secondaries only \ Orange, Purple, Green.
Haiku: The rodeo clown \ First time with acrylic gouache \ Neon moon lighting
Haiku: The rodeo clown \ Rainbow pastel in oil paint \ They call him "pretty"
Haiku: The rodeo clown \ Yellow Ochre, Black, Red, White \ It's the Zorn palette
Haiku: The rodeo clown \ Number 3 of the study \ Clean brush and oils
Haiku: The rodeo clown \ Tried and true, acrylic paint \ Him? He's just a boy
Haiku: The rodeo clown \ This ain't his first rodeo \ Nicotine fingers
Haiku: Poor, sweet pigeons. We \ domesticated them, then \ call them "rats with wings"
Haiku: This one's called "Freehaw! \ I made it for my bathroom \ Tile sides. Pleiades.
Haiku: “Grackle Eats Cousin” \ This is part of a series \ Screenshots from Stories
Haiku: Can you imagine \ a more perfect place to eat \ a slice of pizza?
Haiku: "Girls Carrying Sh*t” \ A widespread phenomenon \ A modern still-life
Haiku: When I was a girl \ I was a fairy. Why do \ men take that from us?
Haiku: Meet Nosferatu \ Somehow even more aroused \ than sparkly Edward
Haiku: Life? Still? A still life. \ When will I finally know \ What is coming next?
Haiku: In highschool I was \ very into Atmosphere. \ Angst devours angst.
Haiku: If there was ever \ a day to clown around town, \ it’s on Paul’s birthday.
Haiku: The first song I heard \ was Red Wine Supernova \ And I was like…whoa.
Haiku: When was the last time \ you appreciated a \ soft architecture?
Haiku: Nothing says romance \ Like a dark and damp tunnel \ Am I right fellas?
Haiku: Climb into the truck \ and we’ll drive until we can’t \ recognize ourselves.
Haiku: Did Poptarts used to \ Taste better? Or is it just \ That life was sweeter?
Haiku: Best review: “Just a \ bunch of people going to \ each other’s houses”
Haiku: They always say that \ simple shapes are the hardest. \ How hard could it be?
Haiku: Orange you glad I \ like, didn’t say banana? \ Or something like that
Haiku: Climbing to the clouds \ With nothing to care about \ Until Tomorrow
Haiku: Woke up this morning \ and found myself in the pool \ surrounded by ducks.
Haiku: I owe you a punch \ because this is a slug-bug. \ Plus, you deserve it.
Haiku: Faces weren’t right \ Sometimes the person isn’t… \ They’re just seasonal.
Haiku: Out of sight, of mind. \ A little psychedelic \ Iconic Maddie
Haiku: Oh wow, you’re a toad? \ Maybe we should kiss again \ just to double check.
Haiku: This magic keeps me \ alive but it’s making me \ crazy. I am nuts.
Haiku: Feeling nostalgic \ For something I can’t quite place \ You know what I mean?
Haiku: It’s my party and \ I’ll cry if I want to.. But \ let’s not cry okay??
Haiku: I’ve said a lot worse \ and tasted a lot better. \ You’ll shoot your eye out!
Haiku: Pull the car over \ so we can have a picnic \ I made cheeseburgers!
Haiku: A melty pizza \ is the most appetizing \ ...but the hardest to eat.
Haiku: “Banana in Shoe” \ Is it for me, or for you? \ Both things can be true.
Haiku: Yo te encontré \ luchador interior \ en el tranquilo
Haiku: I grew up with a \ Big “B” overlooking my \ Every move. Watching.
Haiku: This is my hometown \ Viewed during that dreamy dusk \ So big, yet so small
Haiku: Some kind of bramble \ A delicious bramble, true. \ Mixed at Ah Sing Den
Haiku: This one has stitching \ And disco tiles on the side \ It’s “mixed media”
Haiku: A romantic cruise \ Me and you, watching these two \ happy-aged lovers.
Haiku: When my dad was a \ little boy, he caused trouble \ with puppets in church
Haiku: A heart-shaped pizza \ That can only mean one thing \ It’s February.
Haiku: “Horseplay at Breakfast” \ Siamese Cat. Eggs and Toast. \ And some bacon too.
Haiku: I don’t love when food \ is overtly hard to eat \ but it sure looks cool
I’m drawn to the tiny, emotional moments that stay with you for no apparent reason, like the way the world looks in the hours between after-school and dinner, or a meal you share with your friends, or an otherwise unnoticed thumb-stopping instagram story. I paint from reference, but the reference is just the doorway; the feeling is what I’m really after.
I call what I do Nostalgic Impressionism because everything I make is filtered through memory, longing, humor, and that soft romantic heart I carry around. My work mixes the everyday with the dreamy: living still lifes, vibrant portraits, places that vibrate with old stories.
Every painting comes with a haiku. They’re like tiny emotional time capsules, spells, breadcrumbs back to the moment. The painting and poem come together like two sides of an open locket, a small secret moment just between the two of you.
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