ArtPrize. Again.

I’ve been in ArtPrize twice.

The first time… I didn’t even take a picture of my painting.

It sold—which was exciting. Someone from out east, New York I think.

But I remember this strange feeling afterward.Like something mattered… and I didn’t fully capture it. I

Every year since then, I think about ArtPrize. Like a quiet tap on the shoulder that never fully goes away.

That inner voice:

You should do it again.

And every year, I have a reason not to.

Too busy.
Too much going on.
Not sure what I’d create.
Maybe next year.

But this year feels different.

Not in a dramatic way.
Just… clearer.

I realized I’ve been waiting to feel ready. And I don’t think that feeling is coming.

So this year, I decided:

I’m just going to do it.

Not because I have the perfect concept. Not because I have everything mapped out.

But because I don’t want another year to go by where I almost did it.

There’s something about ArtPrize that still matters to me. The scale of it. The energy. The way it pushes you to show up differently.

And maybe this time, I want to experience it more fully.

Not just create the piece—
but document it, share it, remember it.

I keep coming back to the kind of work I’ve been drawn to lately. City scenes, movement, women, that feeling of being in between moments.

There’s something there I want to explore. I don’t know exactly what it becomes yet. But I’m going to find out.

So yes—this is the year.

I’m entering ArtPrize again.

And this time, I’m not letting it pass by undocumented.

Somewhere between my tech sales calls, taking care of a 116 year old home, and late nights in the studio… this piece is going to come to life.

And this time, I’m paying attention.