LALATOWN LIFE

Some of my paintings began as memories I couldn’t quite let go of.

A grocery aisle.
A hospital window.
A strange holiday.
A place that stayed with me longer than I expected.

I turned them into little illustrated worlds.

Sometimes it isn’t a place.

Sometimes it’s a moment.

A season of life.
A strange unfairness.
A childhood memory that never quite left.
Something beautiful.
Something painful.
Something oddly funny years later.

Most of my paintings and stories began this way.

Some include the real face of bureaucracy.
What I had to go through at a hospital.
Moments that felt unfair, exhausting, or quietly ridiculous.

Instead of staying inside that hurt, I found my exit through illustration, humor, and storytelling.

Sometimes I laughed at the absurdity of it all.

At the same time, I painted the things I was deeply craving.

A softer place.
A kinder place.
A world that felt more like home.

That became LALATOWN.

In some ways, all of this has been part of my journey to find my real LALATOWN in this world.

If there’s a memory, moment, or story you’d like transformed into a little illustrated LALATOWN world of your own, I’d be happy to hear from you.🌸
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