Welcome

When I think of what this page is meant to be, thoughts of wind-borne slips of paper, messages in bottles, and sky lanterns come to mind. This is the world I have seen and experienced, and my wish is to share some piece of that with any that may pass by.

Today, I make a practice of stillness. Borne of necessity, I have become glad for the opportunity to explore the world immediately around me. I have returned to the world of streetlight spotlights and the darkness between. The spaces between is where Stubbornly Buoyant began.

Thank you for visiting.

WHAT YOU'LL FIND

MY PRINTS

I appreciate the small and precious moments found in our everyday life. My images are a snapshot of my life as part of our greater community, and I am enamored by the spaces we all share.
I will rotate my gallery periodically, but feel free to reach out for any specific requests. Prints are also available.

MY PROSE

In service to the scene as it unfolds, I find that words to accompany are sometimes needed to find the image's fullest expression. Rough, without lines and stanzas, this is my take, my journal entry in that moment.

Gallery

Streets of Sydney. World renowned and loved by many, this city by the sea withs its vibrant heart of gold.

"I AM HERE"

For this project, I asked for those involved to share with me their chosen spaces. To share that place that spoke to their passions and provided impetus to their movement, through a moment, through their lives...at least right now.

Links are provided to their social media, as allowed.

I hope to continue this series. If you would like to be a part of this endeavor, please reach out to me via the contact information below.

I am here after years of weekend garage sales with my father, a carpenter, and the beliefs that he instilled in me over the years. Mainly, that craftsmanship is an art, history is precious, nature is a part of us, everything we own is a gift, and that all good things are possible through faith.

Tara

The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.

- Pablo Picasso

Home

Tonight, my mother looked into my father’s eyes and saw her brother. She needed to call her husband. She knew he would be awake and...

Sep 16, 20242 min read

i love you

i love you. thinking on it, i can't recall having these three words anywhere, on any piece of paper or material i have in my possession....

Sep 14, 20242 min read

Better as a Stranger

I am better as the guy with a truck. My only invitation I am better as the whiskey neat at your bar. Will you be here tonight I am...

Aug 18, 20241 min read

GET IN TOUCH

Interested in learning more about me, my work or how we can collaborate on an upcoming project? Feel free to reach out anytime, I would be more than happy to chat.

Austin, Texas

512-987-2810