Studio Lessons

No one can build you the bridge on which you, and only you, must cross the river of life
— Friedrich Nietzsche

Back in the studio with the latest Brain Pickings blog on my mind. The timing of those emails, I swear…

I’ve been working hard lately, behind a giant curtain, to reconcile my art and chocolate making so that it might make sense from the outside.

But what kind of bridge am I building?

Or, is the real question, what kind of river am I crossing?

Worth nothing, I recently discovered the word “specious.” So close to spacious. Also bears a dangerous resemblance to suspicious.

But maybe that just means I’m not building a strong enough bridge?


Grateful AF    OIL, WAX + COPPER LEAF ON PANEL  24 X 24 X 1.5 IN

Grateful AF


24 X 24 X 1.5 IN



Artist Statement



My drawings and paintings explore a real and persistent preoccupation with ritual, order, learning and growth.



Building upon two decades in illustration and design, my newest body of work, “Myopic,” abandons a reliance on ones and zeros in pursuit of tangible artifacts that are both timely and timeless.

I invite the viewer to join my conversation via the shimmer of metal leaf, the sensuousness of wax, iconic words and symbols and interactive magnifiers.

Rejecting the ethereal nature of a virtual world, I attempt to transform myself into the kind of human I want to be through the rigors of making. To be patient, I make work that requires patience. Preciousness to become gentle. Boldness to embolden.

My studio is a meritocracy where growth and work are rewarded over safety and luck. In this space where “Command-Z” no longer exists, I am slowly learning to yield control.


It’s 4:30 am and I’m in my studio. These quiet hours before the sun raises itself over the hill outside my window are magic-filled.

I light a candle, smoke and embers, and dream of old masters layering burnt umber on linen beneath a flickering flame. I wonder, what would be on their canvas this pre-dawn morning?

I try to imagine all the kindred souls pulled from the arms of a warm lover into the darkness to create, create, create...

Why did it take me so long to get here?

I guess I used to save it up, waiting for the right time. For the thoughts worth giving voice to, the ideas worth painting. To have something worth saying while I gathered the skills to say it.

But on these mornings I’m no longer distracted by a struggle to divine something novel and new. Instead, my studio has filled with drawings and paintings that simply trace the arc of my years. They are easy and honest, replete with the lucid, precious things I have seen and felt and learned.


As the glow outside my window grows, I know this time will not be forever, so I cherish the making while I can.

Into and out of the darkness, no mornings or candles left unspent.

Body Art

We are total suckers for quality handcrafted, artisanal goods.

But, while we can sometimes be entranced by provenance, it’s as honest a fascination as it is practical. Should Zan have his way and we live forever, I figure it’s only smart to know not only what goes into our bodies but on them as well. (You know, to remain well preserved until we upgrade to our bionic parts.)


If you’re a label reader, you already know that too much of what we trust on our bodies is questionable at best. Lucky for us, we love to make things.

Whether it’s with a camera, a canvas or chocolate, we’re most engaged when we’re cracking cacao beans or melting wax. Maybe making things as healthy as possible can help us eek the most out of our time together?

Without further adieu, we’re excited to introduce you to our latest adventure — our personal sweet spot where craft chocolate meets limited batches of healthy, delicious body lotions and potions. Stay tuned for all things small batch and craft and, of course, chocolate.

(And who knows, maybe one day, some bionic parts too?)