Hello Friends,

      I launched my site January 1st, 2009. Since this website has been online, the feedback has mostly asked why the website doesn't tell my story. Well, it does - in some ways, through my work. Some of the meaning is lost in the abstractness of it all, and we come to this place where something more literal is to be shared.

So here is my story...

I grew up on a farm. We had chickens, cows, fields and everything that goes with it. It was a wonderful place to grow up, there were fields that ebbed and a creek that flowed. Art wasn't much of a thought back then, perhaps because I was surrounded by landscape that was always finding ways to outdo itself as each new season slowly enveloped the canvas and brought with it the ever present themes of life, death, birth and rebirth.

Much to my most loved father and mothers utter chagrin, whence a day arrived in which I shelved the plow for a paintbrush. So where did things go wrong?! It's not a tale I've attempted to explain, for it could be considered a bit embarrassing.

Even now, I hesitate to key these words in, but must..

It was many years ago, I was out taking care of the chores around the farm. We had a milk cow, Bossie, and I was exacting my technique of the most glamorous task of bringing the milk into a pail. While I honed my milking skills, I would frequently day dream and find myself lost in thought - much as anyone who has mastered an art eventually gains the ability to do so without intense and deliberate focus.

Then it happened.

Bossie let out a sound. A fantastic sound. A satisfied cow sound. "moo!"

This was to let me know that it was time to finish up the milking. However, I was pulled out of my trance like state in such a instant that I flinched! The udder I had been working went loose and milk was everywhere! Little white milk specks on the ground, on my brown leather shoes..and I realized - the resulting spray had a certain aesthetic beauty that I couldn't quite place. It hung around in the back of my mind for a great while, and it wasn't until later when I saw one of Pollocks works that took me back to that otherwise uneventful day.

My true calling had been revealed, and I gave myself to the worlds of artistry.

My hope and goal is that in my works, your imagination will take your hand and lead you into new worlds.

I'm asking for feedback, please place it on the contact page.
      Thank you, now browse on..