Reginald Baylor Studio

08/30/2026

08/25/2026

Look, no tape or paint!

08/21/2026

There once was a time in which a vision became a dream. Then seemingly out of somewhere familiar, the dream was named a vision. Then at that very moment, time decided it wanted to have a name similar to what vision and dream was given. So time reluctantly went with everything just to feel included. However, three thirds of them believed enough to sit together, exactly three Thursday’s ago, at 4:27 am, to look down at the clouds wondering what name should be given to thought. Time suggested grey, but vision and dream found themselves doubting their own thoughts about everything. Like then, the sun rose claiming gracefully its name was actually grey. Making time potentially a false profit. Meanwhile, while all the mayhem was afoot, night who was strategically named hope by the rain, which had already passed through next week yesterday.

08/12/2026

I imagine my paint brushes and their tennis rackets are first cousins. We’re from the family of consistently training to stay inside the lines. Repeatedly. Im honored that I was chosen to represent these 3 young professionals on top of there game. Here’s the first one, his 2 sisters and next!!! Stay tuned.

07/26/2026

“lake view with trees”. paint on canvas and wood.

07/25/2026

Fresh Water

07/23/2026

Wood and Canvas

07/22/2026

When you get older, cover songs become more tolerable