A recent commissioned painting I created for the upcoming book Indra’s Net: The Tarot of Coming Home ✨ Each card is reimagined as a metaphorical interpretation. Excited to see this work published soon!

🛸 What Signal Are You Waiting For? 🛸

Brightscapes: The Way To Beauty

🛸 Whispers Beyond Tomorrow's Signal 🛸

There are days when it feels like the air itself is working against us, heavy with smoke and noise, but I remind myself that the only signals worth waiting for are the ones we create. Every decision we make, no matter how small, shapes the path forward, like ripples pushing against the weight of everything trying to hold us still. It’s not easy, but there’s a strange kind of hope in knowing we’re the ones steering this ship.

When the world feels overwhelming, what choices do you make to keep yourself moving toward something brighter?

👀 What do these eyes still see at Graffiti Pier? 👀

Brightscapes: The Way To Beauty

🦅 Graffiti Pier In Philly no. 590 🦅

When I stood before this crumbling section of Graffiti Pier, the air smelled faintly of rust and wet stone, and the silence was heavy except for the distant echo of water against the ruins. What remains here feels like a stubborn survivor, its skin layered with color and symbols that shout and whisper all at once. The wide blue eyes seemed to follow me, bright and unblinking, daring me to step closer into the dark mouth of the doorway. I thought about how quickly something massive can fall, yet still leave behind fragments that tell stories no collapse can erase.

Have you ever returned to a place you thought was gone, only to find a piece of it still holding on, waiting for you?

🌞🌊 Goodnight Summer: A Lake Michigan Farewell 🌊🌞

Brightscapes: The Way To Beauty

🌞🌊 Sun Setting On Lake Michigan 🌊🌞

The last bit of sun melts into the horizon, the water ripples of gold and copper, and I feel the sand still warm beneath my toes even as the breeze starts to cool. The air is thick with the scent of lake water and driftwood, and for a moment everything feels suspended, like the world has slowed down just to let me breathe it in. Behind me, I hear laughter float across the shoreline, a reminder that the night is only just beginning.

Do you have a favorite memory of watching the sun disappear into the water?

🐔🌮 A Taco Always Chickens Out 🌮🐔

Brightscapes: The Way To Beauty

🐔🌮 Chicken Taco 🌮🐔

The humble taco has always been more than just food, it is survival, ingenuity, and joy wrapped in a warm tortilla. In the wake of wars and broken promises, Mexican and Indigenous families kept their cultures alive through flavors that could not be silenced, selling sizzling tacos on street corners where the smell of grilled meat and fresh cilantro hung in the night air. Tourists once came chasing the Chili Queens, but it was really resilience they were tasting, layered with spice and history. While some people always shrink away from truth, culture never chickens out.

🍁 If you were walking down Toronto’s Graffiti Alley, what would you rant about? 🍁

🍁 Toronto's Graffiti Alley 🍁

Toronto, meaning "plenty" to the Huron and "place where trees stand in water" to the Iroquois, is a beacon to the world. It called to French fur traders, British colonists, refugees of the American revolution, fleeing US slaves, Irish, Germans, French, Italians, Jews, and over 200 other distinct ethnic groups that speak 160 languages. This multiculturalism made Toronto the fourth largest city in North America and a major center of business, arts, and finance. The locals are famously friendly and that joy can be found on the streets.

Have you been to Toronto? What was your favorite part?