The first time i cried at art,
i was sixteen.
It happened on a school trip to rome, wandering through the galleria borghese, in the heart of the gardens that share its name. Half bored, i grazed the walls with my eyes, until i entered the quiet room at the end of the left turn i had made, where my life changed forever.
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the imprint of his hand on her waist as if he were reaching through time toward my own. A tear slipped down my cheek, mirroring what should have been hers, drawn from some newly excavated well inside me i didn’t know existed.
Bernini’s Apollo and Daphne stood in the centre. The closer i got, the more my breath caught. i saw the desperation on her face, the transformation in her limbs,
Those tears began nourishing the soil of my soul and, years later, as i sit here in Santa Monica, California, i find myself standing in the shade of the trees that were planted that day, writing these words that perhaps will illuminate a little of who i am.
So whether you’re curious, looking to collaborate, or found yourself here by some cosmic accident, welcome to this little glass window into my world.
In the echoes of time
Their art didn’t just show me beauty; it revealed it. What was hidden within the marble, they carved out and set free. If it was obscured, they cleared the way.
That has become a founding philosophy of Finding Magik: the light within us doesn’t need to be polished to shine, it simply needs the noise cleared away. When we tune through the static of the modern world, we come back into harmony with the sound of our own soul’s song. From that place, we begin to resonate with the people, paths, and places that are meant for us.
i used to call that “marketing”. Now I just call it the art of being...
i uncovered an ethos, while getting to know the great sculptors, Bernini, Michelangelo and Raphael, that has never left me.
The gift the night gave me
...but when it comes to the art of living, you have to learn to paint with the darker colours that life hands you.
Truthfully, the real spark for Finding Magik came after i lost sight of it altogether.
Then, in the stillness of that darkness, something stirred.
i remembered being introduced to yoga at sixteen, how it helped carry me through the chaos of exams (and honestly? That part of my life sure felt like a test), so i rolled out my mat and, as my journal from that day reads,
After a heartbreak knocked the colour out of my world, sunsets faded into gradients of grey as night never seemed to give way to day. For a long
time, i sat on the beach crying tears that could have filled what felt like a thousand oceans. The more i looked for a path away from the bedrock of my soul, the louder the world became, until it was deafening and directionless.
Yoga, along with breathwork and reiki, gave me a way to tune through the static and return to myself. Like a guitar that was out of tune, so were my heartstrings, and as i tuned my body, mind, and spirit back into harmony…the colours returned, and i began to hear the song my heart had been trying to sing.
Not long after, i wrote these words in the steam of my shower.
At the time, i didn't know what it was yet.
i just knew it was something i would build one day.
Over time, it became an ethos, a mantra, an affirmation, a spell i cast over my own life.
A reminder that:
It was a promise to myself.
The journey that followed became my act of keeping it. It lead me away from the job i had been at for nearly a decade, away from the seeming safety of corporate america, and onto the paths less traveled until those gave way, and i wandered into the wilderness of my own imagination. And it was there, at the very first foothills of the Himalayas, under a mosquito net, that i called my best friend with an idea.
Finding Magik
Shannon and i spent the next year traveling the world, weaving together the lessons we learned along the paths of uncovering ourselves as artists: from our time in hospitality, to the corporate structures we learned and unlearned, to the wisdom of the earth beneath our feet, and the answers whispered by the moon on numerous occasions. Together, we began to plant the seeds for Finding Magik, with a K…because all the other domain names were taken.
From this journey, Finding Magik began to take shape,
not as a brand,
but as a way of being.
The Art. The People. The Places. The Purpose.
Together, we gathered and forged the pieces of the new world we were discovering.
A world built not on algorithms, but on the rhythm of our own hearts.
Built on what resonates, what heals, and what kindles that spark inside us.
A creative agency for a new kind of life:
where business becomes art,
and hospitality becomes a way of moving through the world.
Where every connection brings you closer to yourself, tuning you into your own energetic current as you navigate the sea of life.
that’s the true currentsea.
And magik?
Magik is something you remember you are, not something you learn how to do.
Right now I am in Phoenix, Arizona, working on three glass projects: 1000 Wishing Cranes, Leaves of Glass, & A Conversation With Time. Alongside that i'm preparing for the upcoming Bar 5 Day session in January 2026 and continuing my research as part of The Frequency Adjustment as I look to new ways that individuals and business can help to evolve industries into a new tomorrow that is in harmony with nature.
Wherever you are,
if this journey stirred something in you, you're warmly invited to take the next step on your own journey of
Finding Magik.
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