Another addition to the storytelling evolution. A quick trip into a nightly escape. Always wanted to be a pirate, and this card calls upon the fantasy vision. The Star tarot card is the heart of this piece, and the colors achieved is something I'm quite happy with.

Developing new stories and universes to share. Some rooted in tarot and mysticism, some spawned from my happy places. Either way, The Lovers is an excellent departure into something a little bit more, old world.

We are conductors of our own light. With the return to normalcy away from the pandemic, we each process our lives with fresh perspective. The canvas & canvas panel painting series, Inner Lights, represent the internal juggle of power.

Typically I accept custom orders featuring my personal artwork, but I do love catering to interpretations and prompts. My one client, Mary Ellen, showcases and sells luxury leather jackets and often hires me to paint specific pieces. These three jackets were completed the past couple of weeks. First, a whimsical groovy garden with a youthful feel. Second, monochromic blocked flowers inspired by Andy Warhol. And third, expressionistic red floral patterns. Very happy with these jackets, and so is my client!

The Temperance tarot card is associated with the planet Jupiter and sign of fire. It notes a need for balance on renewal, amidst the juggling of obsessions. Not only does this piece share an emotion of mania, but projects an idea of manifested achievements. This piece is also dedicated to one of my family cats, Jupiter, who not only shares this color palette, represents his current stage life. For myself, it teaches me the need to for patience in my abundant ambitions.

Inner peace is our most valuable currency. Stripping down the day to simplicity, what a concept. Past ten years, I've been go-go-go, and I'm still a workaholic extraordinaire, but I also found the riches of inner calmness. You never know what tomorrow brings, so today should be the best. Past few days have been focused on painting, running, custom orders, and sipping in silly shit. There's a movement to the start of summer, a sense of freedom. I love the heat, and the sense of change. My artwork is starting to reflect the growth in my transcendental journey of self. On a fun note, Dave Navarro was a sweetheart and sent me a bandana from his brand Duel Diagnosis. Obviously rocked it as a top, but it will be put to such good use. I'm a huge bandana and scarf collector. Little acts of kindness like that really make a huge difference, and I'm so grateful. Evenings spent painting, hanging at home with Velvet and just vibing are the BEST. Little record time, dance breaks, and positive mojo really re-fuel my artistry and keep me from burning out my focus.

Blame it on the Bossa Nova, the dance of love! Even though I am nowhere near close to becoming a wedded woman, though I have many lovely engaged friends, there's a sense of love in the air. Maybe it's the freedom moving away from the pandemic or it's thrill of summer. Or may it's just me playing the 1963 bop, "Blame It On The Bossa Nova" by Eydie Gormie, on repeat far too many times. In this piece, I was using a similar composition of a past painting, called The Crossover, and this piece resulted with such a similar meaning: the transition of self. The Wedding is not necessarily a dedication to marriage, but a story of unionizing the self. The feeling of becoming one with body and soul -- discovering who we are already, showcasing that exteriorly. Perhaps that's just what I take from it, but I adore how others see this. Nonetheless, The Wedding is about ringing in future balance. And that's fucking cool.

Sardonically speaking, life's full of trials. And lots of errors. Perhaps more than successes. And the emotional circus act that comes from reflecting upon our trials and errors can be mentally corroding. Trials in our lives, even trivial, speak forth future wisdom. This painting, The Trial, is underpinned by persecution of women, using vague allusions leaning towards witches or courtesans, With vintage, campy undertones, this piece brings me a sense of strength and an outlet for power. When I'm painting, its purely conducted by my unconscious, allowing stories to unfold as I move within a piece. In this one in particular, theres a sense of mania and obsession, triggering feelings of change. Self empowerment is the hot thing right now, and for me, there's a bubbling brew going on in my head.

When I look in the mirror, I try to look as though I'm looking at a photo of myself from a year ago. You know what I'm referring to -- that crazy brain fuck where you wish you appreciated everything about that moment and yourself more. If you are the same person you were a year ago, you’re not growing. Obviously last year at this time, we were all chaotic versions of ourselves. But what’s thrilling is now we have the control to live differently.What's so motivating is the fact we have no control over what's next. All we can do it feed today with positive mojo. A breath of relief I like to think. It's been nice to take a time to just live. One of my favorite things to do is make fresh bread and spend time with my close circle of friends. Simple times, big laughs, lots of weed & wine. There's a ying and yang to everything, and as much as I'm a workaholic, I'm learning to take my days as slow as possible. Who knows what comes next.

Spending time reflecting upon choices, chances, & changes; it’s so easy to be emotionally influenced — yet so compelling to use every type of energy to empower your path. Past few days, I've felt a tad distracted by energies and paths that weren't my own. Took time this Sunday to reflect during my run and regroup my thoughts for new paintings and stories to tell. The best inspiration comes from yourself, so taking time to look within is so BIG. Writing is a huge outlet, rooting painting imagery and unconscious compositions. As I focus my time on e-commerce management, day-to-day responsibilities, tattooing, and strategizing plans, I'm accumulating so much material for new paintings. Looking forward to sharing more.

Dress for the soul — with my Hungarian gypsy roots, there’s no questioning my love for headscarves & esoteric vibes. The older the get the more I feel a connection to old world practices, elevating my search for the divine in my artwork. Currently working on a new body of work, but taking a moment to reflect. Also spent a few hours on the roof suntanning the other day and my soul felt fire!

2020 was taken from us all, stripping normalcy from everyone. Now, May 2021, we slowly are falling into optimistic mindsets, revitalized passions, and perhaps refreshed lifestyles. The beauty despite the devastation is the rebirth, renewal, and recharged self-reform. I had the honor of creating a hand-painted leather jacket for the talented, Mary Kate (MK) Morrissey, talented actress and budding broadway sensation. Her past/current performances in as Elphaba in Wicked and Janis Ian in Mean Girls are uncompromisingly brilliant. Even though Off-Broadway to National Tours were on hold, the pandemic didn't get her down. She is also a virtual teacher of the online musical theatre school, Double Name Witches. The woman is a powerhouse. The piece was special ordered by her fiancé (now husband!) Trevor, as a wedding present. This artwork is inspired by the concept of rebirth with rock'n'roll undertones a la Janis Joplin, who she recently played on stage. And the green color, a nod towards her love for Wicked. In the past, I was able to provide costumes for the character, Janis Ian, for Broadway's Mean Girls, and MK carried the role as it continue to run on Broadway and on tour. We coincidentally met this past year at a thrift store in Brooklyn, exchanging fan girl vibes! Could not have asked for a more exciting custom order. Creating artwork for beautiful people (inside and out) is truly what makes pieces feel so magical.

People ask me if I’m going to open up another shop in the village. Ah, the rent, man! But I’m reminded how special community places are, like Village Revival Records. I was bumming around Macdougal street last night with my friend Justin (@shotalive) & stopped by the record shop - which was closed early for holiday. Luckily bumped into my the shop owner, Jamal, who opened just so we could snap some flickaronies (RIP Ricky Powell) Records to me are soul fulfilling, and so is an old school kindness. This is the greenwich village I grew up fantasizing about.

You'd find me painting on the daily, but past couple of days, I took a little time to establish balance. I've focused on business planning, clerical work, and self-preservation. Rockstar shit, ya know? Also known as, taking care of mental health. Running by the Hudson, cleaning the studio, spending quality time with my cat Velvet, and checking in with family members. Sometimes I just need a little down time to recharge for my next painting spirt. Haha, even though I'm saying down time, my daily routine also includes e-com listing, packing orders, shipping, and arranging custom orders Running my own business gives me the freedom to create my schedule, but there's an extreme diligence to be had. But with that diligence, there is delinquency. Simple things, like smoking some grass + hanging at the record shop or grabbing a glass of tequila with a friend. And at the end of the day, there's an extreme sense of punk of how I run my life. I do my life for my pleasure. Time is the greatest currency, and I spend mine fucking wisely. “I’m a street walkin' cheetah with a heart full of napalm” — lyrics from The Stooges aka Iggy Pop song, Search and Destroy. Always think of angel Jimmy Webb when I hear that line, as he taught the importance of that punk confidence mixed w/ cool kindness. It’s rad how people can influence you in the tiniest ways, but create such a lasting effect on your aura. Grateful for this vibe as I often need a reminder that it's bad ass to do your own thang, chicken wang.

Hot damn, the warm nyc weather! 69& chance you'll find me on the roof of my apartment sun worshipping and dancing like a tipsy Ann-Margret. Growing up in Florida thinned my blood until I moved to NYC when I was 19/20ish. But at the end of the day, I love toasty weather. Bring on the heat and humidity, and I'm on fire! My mood these days has been different. Filled with freedom with less freak-outs. Perhaps it's the focus on the self, and less on running a brick-and-mortar establishment. Obviously thats it. But its huge growth for my artist point of view and overall lifestyle practices. You get one life -- and it's a shame if you don't do it authentically for yourself. I mean, I have large responsibilities to family members, but there is a divine balance between love, nurturing, and abundance with the self & others. If you're not 100%, you can't help others to the best of your ability. And I have to say, I believe that the sun is a big factor in my optimistic vibes. Personal style is evolutionary. There's something so special about wearing something of quality, attaching itself to a story. Wearing quality vintage, not just recycled 1980/90's garments, is an experience. I try to purchase and source vintage from 1970's and early. You can feel and smell the time period. Smell, in a good sense that is. This vintage bathing suit in shown is mint condish. The jacket was purchased from an Indian Antiques shop on Bleecker Street. Had to haggle the hell out of that one. Totally handmade, hand-stitched patterns and lining. You can literally feel the energy of his artisan piece. As for time period, who really knows on that, but I can tell it was made with a developed skill. Bottom line of this post is that I'm choosing to embrace myself at a higher divination. Embracing the fact that I'm dressing for my soul. I've always created fashion to take on that essence, but it's quite refreshing to evolve visually with that same mindset. Can you dig it?

It’s damn fascinating to reflect on your past work, compared to current. Thematically, the story continues — and stylistically, one evolves. Thrilled to be sending off this archived 20 x 30” canvas. Artists create countless pieces, but there’s always special ones, attached to your heart. This is one of them. But on the note of journey, wow, it's just such a beautiful thing to watch growth. Espeically for yourself! All we have (really) is our souls. Throughout life, we enrich them. Recently, I've adopted the saying that "I'm dressing for my soul." Fashion, especially personal style, is for you. But not just for your external confidence, but your overall internal vibe. Obviously we don't take physical items with us as we travel through life and death, but our souls (I'd like to believe) absorb our surroundings. “Enter & Exit (2016)” — an exploration of the transitions between birth and death. Sold: "Enter & Exit (2016)" Acrylic on canvas, 20 x 30." New York City. - Below: Detail Images

Sun is coming out, restaurants/stores are fully opening up, and people are emerging from their caves. 2021 in NYC feels hopeful, and I'm feeling zealously free. I am the conductor of my own life, and I'm fortunate enough to be a dedicated hustler. In that sense, I work hard, focus on creating authentic works of art, and throw myself into sales/marketing on a regular basis. My life is my business, in many ways. But now that we are moving out of the dark days of pandemic, I do have a sense of spontaneity. Moreover, the important things, like my family/friends, my cat Velvet, and my artistry/spirituality, are what fuels my heart. We have all been through shit, but coming out of bad times gives you internal confidence to JUST DO YOU! As of now, I'm planning a handful of murals this summer into fall, working on canvases at my home studio in the West Village, and running my e-commerce. There are so many opportunities to open new businesses or launch new clothing collections. Or even throw yourself in the NFT world. But, I'm choosing to just live and flow. Do what I can handle -- hey, we are only ONE person. As long as I immerse my days with positivity, painting, and productivity -- all feels right. Oh, and tattooing The Cool People on my family, friends, (and clients!!) That's an extremely fun hobby I'm all about! Ensuring sanitary practices, I'm fully equipped and experienced enough to pursue that part-time passion. Maybe I'll buy a 1969 Thunderbird and drive off or move to a big art studio in the lower east side. Or even move to a tourist town in FLA and open a business in a kitschy 1930's house. Who really knows, and I'm sure when I come back to this post a year from now, I'll laugh. But that's the cool part of it all. Just keep going girl (that's for you, Storm, reading this in 2022.)

The Cool People mural, having a moment on Amazon Prime's “Life’s Rewards” in Ep. 4. In January 2021, I painted the inside of the Blur Nightclub, in Dunedin, Florida. Spending time in my hometown during the holiday, expanded into a extended visit due to painting work and family priorities. I loved being able to live on the walls of The Blur, and luckily it got a little feature on the Amazon Prime show. Always cool to have a cameo. Go to: The Making Of The Cool People Mural - Blog Post

I don't remember the last time I've thought, I'm bored. Often, I hear others say that, and I'm both envious and grateful. My new mantra is that everyday is the best day. And that's fucking cool. Even though there are some straight up shitty days; it's just another day I get to exist in my reality. Time is the most valuable currency, and this morning I'm rich. It's comforting to think that your worst day could be somebody's best day ever. Weird how that works. I've been thinking about the concept of the horizon. Most times we look at the horizon and wish to see our beyond or what comes next. But try to mentally stand ON the horizon, as though you are literally that. It's all perspective, man, and that's where it's at. Today is the best day, and I'm on my own horizon, like right now. Nobody cares and everyone cares. So, choose how you care about your own position in life. And together we all live out our day with the upmost positivity. Today is a mystery; so is tomorrow and next. But right now, I know I am on the horizon.

You down with Reiki? You down with Rasta? You down with the Ritters? What a year 2020 was, but the start of 2021 has been ever so enlightening, grounding, and cherished. Luckily the start of this year brought me insight, a full vaccination, productive business sales, and a heart full of gratitude. You are exactly where you need to be — I heard this recently and it resonated perfectly with my current state of mind. Seems like we are always reaching and waiting for the next moment, instead of breathing in the now. I’m a fast paced, city gal, but with deep love for the slow beauty of time. Fortuna, the high priestess, is the goddess of fortune/luck, bad and good. Nonetheless, all luck is contributive to life. It’s how you see it. And how you handle it. January - December 2020, I was 100% in quarantine in my NYC apartment, which of course I am incredible grateful for my safety and amenities. Plus, Velvet never ceases to amaze me as the most kick ass roommate. I was able to focus on mask donations and painting, nonetheless unbelievably isolating. Business was consistent but tough, as we all know. But of course, everyone was living out their hellscape of coronavirus, so no sob story here. January - April 2021, I was fucking lucky to be able to spend magical months at my childhood cave of cool, aka my purple house with the peace sign. I grew up in a kitschy tourist town in Florida in a little cottage-like house, including natural garden space, an outdoor studio, and treehouse (with electricity.) Eccentric is an understatement, but honest is the vibe. We love our trees and bees. Oh how I missed my parents and sacred home, as I often have the luxury to fly and visit at my leisure. But coronavirus changed 2020, leaving me vaguely existential and stress-y. So being able to spend time away from NYC in my paradise bubble gave me such an incredible perspective on my artistry, business, and self. My parents are hyper creative in a cornucopia of trades, but in the past years we have have had bad luck with health. My mom is physically hindered due to a car accident, and my dad works at home full time. But, we are very down with the simple things in life. So being able to spend time at home was an killer drug for all of our souls. Perhaps too much of a good thing can kill you, but cheers to pushing the limits with Lady Time. Circled by our sun, my cats, and my two favorite people, breathing fresh air. Maybe I have a gypsy mind mixed with a beach bum heart, but I guess that goes with my authenticity of self. I'm an Aquarius - what do you expect? A rebel with many causes, but also a overtly diehard family warrior. Either way, what an insane few months of painting freely, biking barefoot, running quietly, reading the unknown, cooking for more than just me, drinking with purpose, and smoking for the mind. Sounds like an epic vacation, right? I mean, yes, but also far from consistent reality. Karma is a bitch, but also a generous benefactor. It really depends on what you deserve. I like to believe I cashed in all my karma points for these months with my family. Since January ‘21, I have focused on my tattooing skills, painted 20+ canvases, completed indoor/outdoor murals, and learned about true nature. Rich hours spent just sitting and listening to the sounds of birds and wind. Watching bugs crawl and helping snakes relocated to safer ground. Velvet explored swampy greens, leashed of course, and learned to respect our native lizards. Irreplaceable hours binge watching shows with Mom while laughing far too hard at nothing. Working out and shooting the shit with Dad (while burning through too many bottles of Jose Cuervo,) this time was immensely valued. Days fueled by classic rock and gangster jokes, nothing beats the simple things in life. As I return to my daily life in NYC, I bring with my more peace than I thought I knew. More balance and positivity, strength and mental endurance. We all have our family problems, and most I’m not going to discuss on this platform. And why should you care anyway! But I learned (yet again) that the simple things in life are what we need to fulfill our souls. Not glitz, glamour, or fame. Social media can be a buzz kill, and at the end of the day, no one really cares what you do. Love yourself, your chosen people, and animals — just flow. I found that I took less photos than normal & posted little to none in the past months. I was enjoying real life, not virtual. Get off your phone, get off with experience. It’s all a balance. Live hard, attribute time to archive with purpose, then live harder.

The duality of being social while embracing solitude is a battle most fight. A single thought can overwhelm your soul. The chaos of our stream of consciousness can debilitate or enlighten. We juggle energies, toss up ideas, and reach for more, on a daily basis. But there is always a peep hole towards peace. This painting captures a single feeling of chaos in my head, where all of my internal people collide together in mania. Crazy busy, but surprisingly calming and unified in their motions. There is beauty in chaos; usually the root of the chosen topic is shared. We all yearn for answers, and it's acceptable to be filled with contradictions.

Venus, Orbit, Thunder, Jupiter, Luna, Lavender, Indigo, and Velvet. These eight cats have and had a massive impact on my life since 1993. Artists should have a confidant by their side, as we spend endless hours alone in our process. Velvet is my studio cat and best friend for the past six years, and she's a part of my soul. Growing up, my cats were/are my siblings, and they taught me how to have a soulful connection with animals of all forms. Recently, my family lost my feline brother, Thunder James. It was his time to pass on, and I was lucky to be home with my parents during his ceremony. This past year has been so overwhelming and filled with loss for so many. Not only have I lost close friends to COVID-19, but dealt with tragic personal changes. But ever so lucky to have my health and strength to continue moving forward. Our animals family members are so essential and cherished. When I paint The Cool Cats, they carry the emotion and love rooted from the felines in my life. And I know my clients can relate so very much. In memory: THUNDER JAMES 18 years of love. Adopted as a wee babe, we dressed his little ears in blue bows. Spent years venturing outside, always back home by calling his name. He returned gifts of snakes, birds and lizards. Fought a coyote, lost his back leg. Three-legged bad ass, nothing held him back. Climbed the highest tree on New Year’s Eve. We slept underneath until firefighters came (twice) to rescue him. Always ate, just enough to suffice. Maintained his GQ model physique with scratching post pull-ups and hearty sprints. King of his pride throughout the years: Venus, Orbit, Jupiter, Luna, Lavender, Indigo. And mentor to his godchild, Velvet. Known as The Zen Master, his diplomacy and empathy, unparalleled. My confidant and sweet lover boy. Thunder is my true brother. We love him madly forever. When his soul floated away, he‘s was off on his next adventure. We will always miss him. Thunder moved on to his next life March 29th in our arms at 2:30pm.

We carry our past versions of ourselves. Almost like we are building a community of personas inside our heads. I like to think some of them work together to help guide ourselves into our new versions. Perhaps they are casting spells and curating the future. Seeking out synchronicities in my day to day unconsciously creeps into my paintings. There's an air of mysterious and fortune-telling in my paintings. Therapy at it's best, the catharsis of paint to canvas with emotion crafts together a story. This painting, Inner Oracle, reminds me of the shell abalone, which I feel holds such power. Just finished this canvas today, but feel that in a month or two I'll look back at it and see what I was teaching myself. As for now, I trust my inner oracle is carrying me into a new phase of self.

I'm always thinking about a timeline. As years fly, I wonder why I spend so much time strategizing when life rarely plays out as planned. I don't have to please anyone, but myself. Obviously we all have bills and deadlines, bosses of all forms, and daily responsibilities coming from all angles, but at the end of the day, IT'S MY DAY! I've lost so many people in my short 28 years on this earth, and baffles me that I continue to blow matters out of proportions. What a luxury to live this day on earth, and all problems can be handled. I'm reminded how privileged I am, even if someone else has far more than I. Do what you want (and get away with it.) Although rebelliously aggressive, this motto rocks. Coming from a purely simple viewpoint, I'm learning to live my moments for my soul. Doesn't mean I'm selfish, as doing things with and for others turns my soul into a little smilie face. Confidence is an attitude as much as a personality trait. Recently spending time evolving my spiritual work with paint. The solace of falling into fabricated worlds, crafted by my own accord, is pure therapy. The Cool People in my head come to life, bringing self-realization that sometimes I'm a fucking nut, but I really love when I see a my own soulful divinity come alive before my eyes. Just today's thoughts.