Inspiration

Finding Inspiration Again

I’ve always believed that the best inspiration comes from experiencing life, not forcing creativity at a desk. When my work slows or I step away for a while, I don’t panic—I move. Long motorcycle rides, hang gliding, listening to music, learning a new recipe in the kitchen. These moments pull me back into a creative headspace without asking for anything in return.

After a long break, inspiration doesn’t arrive all at once. It shows up quietly, through motion and curiosity. Lately, that pull has been guiding me back toward acrylic pouring. I miss exploring color, embracing unpredictability, and letting those magical accidents happen—the moments where the painting takes over and surprises me.

Before I fully return to that process, though, there’s a bigger transition underway. I’m searching for a new place to live—a new community, a neighborhood that feels like home. Growing up in the San Francisco Bay Area shaped me creatively, and leaving isn’t easy. But it’s no longer sustainable, and acknowledging that has opened the door to something new.

Interestingly, this period of uncertainty has been deeply motivating. I find myself imagining the studio space I want and need. How the light hits the workspace. Where the paints live. Where drawing, electronics, and experimentation coexist. Just visualizing that environment has re-ignited my creative energy.

Inspiration, for me, also comes from staying open—open to new places, new experiences, and unexpected opportunities. I’m leaning into that openness right now, and it feels good. Wherever I land next, I’m excited to continue creating, exploring, and sharing the journey as it unfolds.