About Straight Lines Optional Studios

Nearly ten years ago I was trying to paint my way through the viscous silence of grief when I discovered that I’m completely incapable of creating a straight line.

After the small existential crisis that followed, I began to wonder if maybe that wasn’t failure at all, but the beginning of a different kind of expression. One rooted in honesty, not symmetry.
Over time, I began to see that what we call imperfection is often just life insisting on its own shape.

Straight Lines Optional Studios is a place for what doesn’t fit neatly:
grief and joy, silence and return, doubt and devotion.

It’s not about polish. It’s about presence.
About the quiet work of staying with what’s unfinished long enough to see what it might become.

If you’ve ever tried to make sense of something while it was still unraveling,
if you’ve ever waited beside something that might still grow back,
you belong here.

This isn’t a gallery of perfected masterpieces.
The brushstrokes wander. The work is unfinished.
It’s a studio full of works in valiant progress.