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My story is an "American Ideal of Freedom" of someone coming from a past of hard roads, we are often called "children of adversity. All my life I have drawn and doddled in times of great stress, as a means of mediatation to center my thoughts and process my feelings.

The art I create expresses my true spirit within me and speaks of the roads before me. It is a reflection of my humanness and how my reality can become clouded and tainted without reason sometimes. My artwork is a healer of all things before me, behind me from within me. The culture I grew up in and the icons I use reflect those things that give me strength on the road of life and bring me pleasure as a human. My hope is to share that with you, the viewer.

I use southwestern colors to stimulate emotions, contemporary American images that are familar to us all and my application of paint to canvas reflects my personal style of building texture in the foreground. Because it is the things closest to us, that have the deepest effect.

I study color theroy, like an expressionist artist, and use symbolism as a modern art form. I am drawn to artist like Peter Pauls Ruben, Kandinsky, Van Gogh, William Blake and others of the past and present. Trying to learn from those before me which followed a path that I see in their artforms, trying to knowing and understanding the past.

October 24, 2004 became the day I decided to give into my artistic nature and become a professional artist full time and gave myself ten years to succeed or flop. A vow of poverty, entry into an art community and a wish to suceed which has given me great peace. Two years into the dream I land my first gallery showing and my career continues to grow in an artistic way.

They said in 2004, I was a hypomanic to my reply "what an understatement " not knowing what that really meant. Touched by the God's Socrates called it. Vincent Van Gogh died at 37 years of a much worse condition similar to my own. There is no romantic idea to this reality, but it is the reality I must endure.

A rapidness of the mind, or a creative genius some have said. All my life it seemed a curse to be so driven, in so many directions going somewhere but never sure exactly where. The curse has become the gift, handed down from heavens gate. As the old Jewish proverb goes, "it is God who will deliver the final blow".