About Me

I pour paint in a homemade garage studio in Kuna, Idaho.

I’m new to this. The studio is nothing fancy, a work surface, a set of tilted canvases, and a growing collection of paint I’ll never fully get off my hands. I came to acrylic pouring the way a lot of people come to something they end up loving: almost by accident, and at a moment when I needed it.

There’s nothing precise about a pour. You mix the colors, you tilt the canvas, you set the conditions, and then the paint does whatever it’s going to do. Cells bloom where they want to bloom. Rivers cut their own channels. The harder you try to control it, the worse it gets. My day job lives on the other end of that spectrum, careful language, careful argument, so surrendering to a medium that refuses to be argued with has become the best kind of reset.

Every piece in this gallery is an original, poured by hand and signed on the back. No prints. No reproductions. Each one is a record of a few minutes when I stopped trying to control the outcome and let the paint have the final word.
I hope one of them finds its way onto your wall.

— Spencer