Autobiographical Sketch

               It is not my origin, the dynamics of humanity, or the under privileged that solely demand my following.  It is an unexplainable search within human existence and myself through the vehicle of visual human expression that drives me.

          Throughout time there were the pillars, ceilings painted and human forms sculpted and unleashed by the hands of Michelangelo. The towering structures, the fine craftsmanship, the turns and twists of the human form, the courage to tell the masses to paint the horrid truth and story of human follies and predicament, it’s close up and uncensored truth of human existence. The virtuous, humanity captured so preciously by Raphael. Caravaggio’s scenes of the real Christ that some could not relish. The rhythm, and faces captured by chiaroscuro effects to tangle the heartstrings of human emotion. Monet’s had the ability to paint the awesomeness of nature. He painted the energy of the retinal fury his human eyes experienced-- the beauty, the magnificence, the overwhelming sight of nature. He had the ability by size of the canvas, stroke, energy and colors to involve the viewer in his experience of what his eyes and heart where captivated by. Diego Rivera’s, Detroit Industry, the serpent goddess stands centrally located in appeasement and demand of the crimson sacrifice from the sweat and work of the laborers, the class of society caught and bounded by a legacy of it’s forefather’s.

               As a child, my brother sat cross-legged before his interpretation of reality set in a transcendental stage in communication with something beyond his existence. When the opportunity aroused my hands flipped through pages of books and stopped at depictions of human emotion urging me to hold my pencils and crayons and create. As a young adult, the history unfolded before my eyes prompting me to take courage and hold a brush to paint the echo that unexplainably drives me. I had the opportunity of an apprenticeship with a full time producing artist. His works and discipline was a fine example before me.  These examples remain vivid in my mind and have also helped to persuade me.

             I paint the figure. My work is about humanity, the depiction of emotion and the physical states of being, the cycles we go through in this vastness of humanity and the process of species being.

             Since a very young age I have always created art, it is my vehicle of communication. It is my purpose and placement in the grand scheme of things. Being an Artist is my true position in the universe.  It is what I do best. I chose Art over other disciplines because of the freedom in expression, the physical, and the discipline.

Art is one thing in life where there are rules and then there is invention and creation.  As an artist one can create and explore multidiscipline.  In addition, in one art piece a message is worth one thousand words. In a light way or visual dramatic scene we can make humanity look at their pleasure or follies in up close leisure time when they least expect it -- with their defenses down.

I enjoy the act of creation. I enjoy the mind control involved in the act of creation-- the passion driven nights up through until morning, of watching brush stroke after brush stroke emerge on the canvas. The paint as it swishes against my brush the contact it makes with my canvas.

These three reasons keep my palette fresh and my studio warm with invention. I create art therefore, I am. In my art I hope to change lives. I hope for humanity to take an introspective look upon their lives. I hope for my work to achieve this aim.