Lino printing started for me in high school— the art of carving, inking, and pressing the block onto a piece of paper. What began as a class project turned into a way to capture the spirit of a home— its character, its memories, and feelings tied to whoever lives or once lived there.

My first print was of my own house, a Christmas gift for my parents. It wasn’t expensive, but it meant more to my parents than anything money could buy (or so they said).

Later, I made house prints for my college roommates — a little tribute to the place we called home for a few semesters. 

Since then, I’ve carved houses all across the country — capturing not just the structure, but the memories that live inside it.

I like to think of them as The Imperfect, Perfect House Prints