I love the process of painting. I love slinging colorful goop onto a raw canvas and watching where it lands with the same devil may care attitude my toddler takes to spaghetti sauce on the kitchen wall.

You become an adult, a grown-up, and it's like you no longer give yourself permission to be wild and free. Rebellion feels like a long ago dream that slipped away in your 20s.

I want my art to act like a giant permission slip that hangs in your home. I want it to give you a jolt of joy. A reminder to be bold. To be silly. To play.

For it is the art of play as a grown a** adult, that is the greatest act of rebellion.