Art is just the overflow of everything I love.
It started with a jacket.
For as long as I can remember, I've been my family's go-to. "Ask Joey to paint that..." "See if Joey can make this..." It never really felt like a request, more like the start of something.
I've always loved creating, but painting is the one that holds me. It pulls me in, quiets everything else out, and lets me follow an idea until it becomes something real. Something you can touch, wear, keep.
It started with a denim jacket for my mom. I painted a butterfly on the back for her birthday, thinking it would just be a meaningful gift. Then I watched her wear it. The way she lit up, the way she carried it, like it was made of something more. That was the moment it shifted for me. I realized I wasn't just making things, I was painting pieces people could feel.
Then came my dad's jacket, painted with his favorite album cover from Tears for Fears. He wears it everywhere and somehow every room becomes a runway when he has it on. His passion for the jacket and his belief in me continued to light my way.
Since then, I've painted on whatever calls to me. Cowboy boots, surfboards, vintage pieces, canvas. Things that have history, things that are ready for a new chapter. No two pieces are the same, and they're not meant to be. Each one is intuitive, a little obsessive, and made in that child-like space where I lose track of time and just create.
Art, for me, isn't just something I love. It's something I need. It's how I make sense of things, how I express what's been dancing in my mind, how I turn a feeling into something that lasts.
I make pieces meant to move with you. To be worn, touched, lived in, carried, and kept.