I’ve told a lot of artists how important it is to have a portfolio. Funny thing is, I never made one for myself.
But it’s not just about showing your work to jobs or clients—it’s a place to actually look back and go, “Yeah, I did that.” Big or small, nobody else really knows what it took to pull it off.
It also feels good to shake things up once in a while. So my wife and I packed up, left the only home we’d ever known in California, and moved to the Utah desert. New chapter. New weird.
It’s got its moments, no doubt—but the heat hit quick. Brought me right back to growing up in Arizona, sweating through every summer. I’m more of a fog and hoodie kind of person. Rain on the window, overcast skies… that’s my comfort zone. The desert might be more of a “visit sometimes” than a “stay forever” kind of thing.
Lately, California’s been calling. I miss the museums, the hum of the beach, the creative buzz of the cities. There’s something powerful about being where your brain just clicks into gear. Where you actually want to make stuff.
Utah’s been good to us. The scenery’s unreal, the slower pace was what we needed, and we got to be there for family when it mattered. But it’s time to head back home.