I grew up in the Northeast, surrounded by designers and tradespeople. I finished art school and, craving more tactile and practical experience, spent the next decade working as an itinerant carpenter on custom homes, honing my craft. I’d always been drawn to the mountains, and filled stints between carpentry gigs with alpine climbing and backcountry skiing, from the Northeast to Alaska. A love of high wild places and a girl from Montana brought me West, where I eventually hung up my tool belt, became a licensed architect, and never looked back.

Recently, a back injury laid me up at the start of ski season, and I dusted off an old set of watercolors to keep myself sane while stuck inside during one of the snowiest winters I can remember. Turns out, painting is a fun way of paying homage to the people, places, and things I love. I’m fortunate to live, play, and work in the mountains; inspiration is everywhere for the curious. When I need a break from brushes, I build made-to-order Adirondack chairs in the wood shop.

When I’m not in the studio or shop, I spend early mornings and long days trail running, mountain biking, backcountry skiing, climbing, and hunting across the staggering landscapes that make this place special - or (slowly) renovating my 1880s house.