The past ten years have been incredibly transformative physically, mentally, and spiritually. There is real richness there, something magical and beautiful, which I’m not sure yet how to translate into art. I am looking forward to creating a body of work that comes from my core. I can feel the stirring and rumbling within, it is coming!
I love analyzing the beauty of the human machine.
As a young child, I could not be stopped from drawing with anything, on anything, all of the time. Nothing has changed that.
Most of my images are sparked by vistas from my studio or home and also from iconic objects that are in my studio.
Art in general isn’t nearly as fun or powerful in this age. You could say there’s a positive side to all the access we have to art, as well as the exposure, as artists, we can get outside of the traditional structures. But I wonder if it’s worth what we gave up. Too much art exposure can bore a person. You can also become impervious to the effects that art can have on us.
For a very long time I thought art was all about esthetics, beauty, grace. I did not look at other dimensions, such as distortions, unbalance, pain, darkness. Now I try to reach both, very much like in nature, there is life and death.
The most important quality in an artist is need. A need to draw, a need to paint, a need to observe and obsess.
While a good abstract painting is an event on the canvas, I strive in my figurative work to do the same.
People will always need something created by the hand of an individual, which no one else can do and which offers a unique experience when one is actually in front of it. So a work of art becomes more special, more necessary as so much else is turned into a few gigabytes flashing across a screen.
For about a week I was hospitalized due to overwork, the whole time laying in bed, thinking about my next piece.