Corpus Veritas.

I wander where others dare not linger, tracing the hidden sinews of an idea until it bleeds its fullest form. It is a sin to settle for the surface; I prefer to dig, pry, and follow the shadows where the potential waits.

I dwell in the shadows of convention, finding the fractures in ordinary ideas where others dare not look. The Northwest College of Art and Design, the institution in which I earned my BFA studying graphic design and entertainment art, forged in me the patience to linger in those corners, and unearth potential that hides beneath the surface of every project.

I do not stop at mere deliverables. I trust in the gravity of my own vision.

This could mean pushing a notion into uncharted territory or quietly abandoning what cannot be revived. In those moments, I delicately peel back layers to expose the marrow of an idea, shaping it into a form that resonates with an almost obsessive clarity.

My work moves between grungy, erratic graphics and the melancholy of retro, vintage-inspired design. Every project I touch becomes a complete and immersive world laced with hidden details for those who dare to look closer. I delight in the small horrors and subtle curiosities, employing the support of textures and imperfections that make each piece beat with life and character.

I take pride in the meticulous crafting of each element: the texture, the sound, the composition, the story, until the entire piece breathes as a sound entity. It is in this obsessive attention to detail that my work finds its voice. My creations never serve to fulfill expectations. My work lingers, unsettles, and endures, claiming a space all their own. They beckon the audience to wander, to stumble, and to get lost in the labyrinth I’ve constructed, where every shadow conceals possibility and every echo carries meaning.

Take it all as you will, but please don’t scream.

The house hears all.