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2025: A heartfelt thank you...
To my collectors in Montana, Florida, California, Illinois, New Jersey, Texas, New York, Washington, Hawaii, Pennsylvania, Laos, South Africa, Canada, Singapore, France, Germany, United Kingdom, Hong Kong, Ireland, Australia, and New Zealand: if your location is not on the list, message me and I'll fix it immediately.
2024: Seb is a dad
No art I make will ever be the same. It will forever be entwined with a deep sense of purpose, overflowing love, and a vigorous desire to make this world a better place. I want to share everything — to write a book on Mum and how great she is, to talk nonstop about how I never knew my heart could feel so much love, how, for the rest of my life, I gladly surrender to something bigger and more important than myself — how the days since she made us a family have been the best days of my life.
2022: In art we trust
Leaving my career to make art full-time was a bold move. Most dreams are bold. I began to create commissions for people all over the globe. My first painting shipped to New York City. Beans counted, I'd lose $2122 to get it there.
2021: Isolation and connection
During the lockdowns of COVID-19, I'd create a live stream of painting. Initially, it was for family and friends. Strangers would join in and become friends too. It was in a restaurant storage shed at 2 a.m. that a 4-hour stream would reach 650,000 people around the world.
2017: Visual Snow Syndrome
Emerging from a toxic trap of my own making, my vision was set ablaze with a permanent film of shimmering stars. The recipe was a tiny space, lethal fumes, and too much ego. You can learn more about Visual Snow here. Initially, I was filled with resentment and pain. Visual Snow took my ability to easily examine detail and sent once-calm gradients into chaos. It took my cherished control away from me, destroying the artist I was. Five years would go by before I'd learn that the control I'd lost was the very thing holding my art back.
