Some landscapes become part of us.

They live in memory long after the details have faded—the hush of fog drifting through the trees, a winding river, the feeling of standing in a place so quiet it seems untouched by time.

This collection explores those remembered landscapes through hand-painted tapestries on weathered canvas. They are not portraits of specific places, but of the feeling that nature leaves with us...a reminder that the most meaningful landscapes are often the ones we carry within.

Hand-painted on weathered canvas using black walnut hulls gathered from our land, layered with earth pigments, time, and plenty of experimentation. Somewhere between abstract landscape and something that feels like it has always existed.

I'm chasing that feeling of finding an old painting in a centuries-old home—worn, imperfect, quiet, and full of stories.

These are unlike anything I've made before, and I can't wait to share the finished collection with you.