Where It Starts 

The human compulsion to tell our story is spread through time and across the globe. It’s a drive unique to our species. We are compelled to find ways to convey our narratives and visions to each other. We make. We mark. And that drive appeared in the form of two freshly painted hands pressed onto an empty industrial wall in downtown Winston-Salem, NC, my home base for the last twenty something years. 

Winston-Salem, NC