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Museum-quality, velvety-matte giclée prints, available in multiple sizes. Made to order, and printed in the USA on archival, heavyweight fine art paper with a subtle watercolor texture.

For those who aim to experience my work as closely to my intent as possible, these prints offer the most immersive experience available, short of being present when I create it.  If you think it looks lovely on the screen, wait until you see this print in person!

A full collector’s guide to caring for your print can be found HERE

Why invest in a fine art print?


Each of my Heirloom giclée prints is created using certified archival paper and inks. With proper care and display, your print will maintain color and quality for up to 100 years in home display and 300 years in dark storage, enduring long enough to pass on to future generations of art collectors.


Utilizing 7 dye-based inks, giclée printing offers enhanced color accuracy via a vibrant, expanded array of printable colors. A wider palette ensures that my artwork is reproduced the way I intended it to be viewed: with vivid colors, rich blacks, bright whites, smooth gradients, and exceptional image clarity.


I have spoken at length about my love of using art and writing to open portals to other worlds, times, and experiences. The following is a story about how I decided they would be doorways, above all else.

As a child, I preferred to spend most of my time alone, reading, drawing, and daydreaming. My father died when I was 7, and I struggled to keep my head in the real world following that. I received a notepad from someone a few years after his untimely death, though I don’t remember who gave it to me or why. It was a very odd shape, like an arched door. I immediately saw the possibility of this book through the unusual form of the paper.  A myriad galaxy of doorways,  each leading to somewhere unique and beautiful, burst into my thoughts.

I began to draw those doors, opening to castles, jungles, faraway planets. My imagination was already full of hundreds of fantasy novels, and though they were beloved, I never drew Middle Earth, Westeros, Faerûn,  or Earthsea. These places I created were a tiny escape hatch for me alone. When I felt scared, alone, or sad, I opened the sketchbook and picked a place to visit. I would close my eyes and imagine I was there. Knowing that my worlds were always there waiting for me was comforting and calming. I could always draw a new one if I got tired of the ones I had.

I lost the book as I got older, but I still imagined the doors. Sometimes, they weren’t even fantastical imaginings but simply better futures that I used to motivate myself to change my life. I saved my own life leaping through those thresholds, each a portal to possibility. I still visualize them constantly. I imagined the door that took me to art school, the door away from my abuser, the door to my art career. I stepped through all of them and never looked back to see if the entrance I came from was closed. I knew more would open, and there are more opening all the time. 

After a time, I decided to light the path for others to come in and experience what I see. When I still had the sketchbook, my favorite door to visit was a field full of wildflowers and greenery — a snow-capped mountain in the distance. The flora was so lush it had creeped out of the frame in my drawing. I tried to recreate that feeling in this photograph, allowing you passage to this world, too.


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