I don’t just make songs. I build the things that carry them — shirts, prints, mugs — art you can hold, wear, and pass on. Every piece starts here, made by my own hands, tied to this place. The things we leave behind become our stories.

As I got older, crayons gave way to charcoal. My colorblindness pushed me to see things differently, and life eventually took me down the path of music. Fast forward, and I’m a full-time musician. But merch brought art back into my life, and now that fire is burning again.

Who cares what color clouds or water “should” be? I’m creating my own kind of art, colorblind and all. There’s a beauty in creating something entirely your own. I tip my hat to those who get it. Keep dreaming. Never stop.