From earliest memory, I had always been interested in art. I cannot remember a time when I didn't have the urge to put pencil down on paper, to invest my imagination in something much more rewarding. There were no artists in my family, so it remains a mystery as to why I chose this path. What I didn't know as a child was that my fascination would become an obsession, a lifelong journey into the depths of expression. I am not a professional. I was never trained properly. There are critical elements missing in my discipline, but I am quite happy with what I have gained through years of patience and organic, spontaneous reaction. For better or worse, I can only share what demands release... the monsters, the abstractions, the unusual prose. All of this comes from a different place. I will truly never understand this impulse – it is far beyond my reckoning. Just know that I am grateful for the opportunity to share this distorted playground. It is my home, my destiny – it is a little piece of my soul.