The story
Lost the hand. Kept the art.
01 · The accident
At eight years old, I was struck by a landing airplane in rural Nebraska and lost my left hand — my dominant one. There was no going back to the life before that afternoon, so I stopped trying and built a different one around the hand I had left. What looked like the end of something turned out to be the start of a way of working that’s mine alone.
02 · The work now
I’m self-taught, and I’ve painted nearly every day since 1994. The arm is the tool — it dabs, drags, and prints color straight onto the canvas, no brush in between. What comes out is loud, crowded, and alive: cities, faces, blossoms, a lot of pink. New work goes up every week and ships straight to the people who want it — 17,000 paintings and counting, in 40+ countries.
03 · What’s next
fingerless.org is the flag in the ground. The name was never an apology — it’s the byline. Ahead: more paintings, bigger walls, the brand-color series, and room for whoever wants to come along — collectors, galleries, the simply curious. The hand isn’t coming back. The work is just getting started.