Not Just an Artist - A Son of God

Over the past few years, art has taken me places I never expected.

I’ve met incredible people. Shared meaningful conversations. Watched my work land in homes around the world.

Each painting held a piece of my heart—and somehow, you saw it, connected with it, and gave it a home.

I am so grateful.

Not just for the support, but for the people I’ve met along the way.

People who reminded me that creativity is a gift, and that beauty has the power to move the soul.

But underneath it all… something deeper was stirring.

When a Good Thing Becomes the Main Thing

In prayer, I felt God nudging me:

“Lay it down. Trust me with the dream. Come back to me first”

Somewhere in the journey, I started to wrap my identity around being an artist.

The title became part of who I was. The work became a reflection of my worth.

Little by little, I started to lose sight of where my true identity comes from.

I was pouring out so much—but I wasn’t being poured into.

I was creating constantly—but not always creating from a place of rest or connection with God.

I was known for my art—but I missed being known by Jesus in the quiet places.

The pressure to perform, produce, and stay visible started to take a toll. I began calling myself an artist more than I was calling on God. While my art may have been growing my faith was getting thinner. My soul was getting tired and those closest to me were getting the leftovers.

Thats not the life I want to build or the man I want to be.

It wasn’t burnout—it was a wake-up call.

A whisper from the Holy Spirit that said:

“You’ve built something good, but you’re forgetting that you’re already mine—before the art, before the title, before the platform.”

That whisper changed everything.

A Soul-Level Pivot

This season isn’t about stepping away from a career—it’s about returning to Christ.

It’s about re-learning what it means to be loved without needing to perform.

To create without pressure.

To be called child of God before any other label.

I’ve been seeking Him again.

Not just as a helper or provider—but as my first love.

I’m realizing: the greatest gift isn’t the ability to make art. It’s the invitation to abide in Jesus.

That’s the pivot. Not a business decision, but a soul decision.

A sacred reorientation.

Back to the One who called me before I called myself anything.

The People Who Made It Special

To everyone who’s followed, supported, collected my work, or simply reached out to say something kind—thank you. Truly.

You’ve been part of a beautiful chapter.

You saw meaning in the work because, I believe, it reflected something eternal.

I hope you know—it’s not ending. It’s just being rooted in something deeper now.

I still plan to create.

But now it will come from overflow, not striving.

From intimacy with Jesus, not from the need to be seen.

What I’m Learning

I’m learning that I don’t have to earn what’s already been given.

That I’m loved because I belong to Him—not because I’m productive, creative, or visible.

That worship doesn’t just happen on a canvas—but in how I love my wife, how I father my children, how I seek God in the unseen moments.

That’s the kind of man I want to be.

So, if you’ve been part of this journey—thank you.

I carry you with me into this next chapter.

I pray that what comes next is even more meaningful, because it’s rooted in something eternal.

This isn’t a step back—it’s a return home.

I would love to hear your story or comments on who God is to you?

With grace and peace,

Son of the one true King Jesus Christ

1 Corinthians 2

“And so, it was with me, brothers and sisters. When I came to you, I did not come with eloquence or human wisdom as I proclaimed to you the testimony about God. For I resolved to know nothing while I was with you except Jesus Christ and him crucified. I came to you in weakness with great fear and trembling. My message and my preaching were not with wise and persuasive words, but with a demonstration of the Spirit’s power, so that your faith might not rest on human wisdom, but on God’s power.”