I was raised in an environment completely immersed in the arts. My mother was a fine art photographer, illustrator, and teacher who taught me how to draw at a very young age. In fact, my siblings and I were given blank pads of drawing paper instead of coloring books. My father was a high fire stoneware potter who taught me the importance of having a strong work ethic. It was from him I learned that one must put in the hours to hone the skill it takes to create work people will like and hopefully love. 
As I matured, drawing became the constant thread in my life. I was an average student at best, but I was able to focus an excel through the creation of two dimensional artwork. By the time I went to college I knew I wanted to create so I leaned into a field I was passionate about but had very limited education in, the field of film. Film school taught me about the construction and refinement of narrative and the overwhelming impact it has had on us as a species. I also learned about the tenuous balance between art and commerce. One cannot exist without the other and vice versa. After graduating from the University of Central Florida I used my new knowledge to reinforce and prop up my old passion. I created a body of work using charcoal and pastel and started my career as a professional artist in the city of Tampa at the Gasparilla festival of the Arts. I was extremely fortunate to sell multiple pieces to both public and private collectors at my first show. Since then I have exhibited in juried art shows around the country and have been lucky to win various awards and sell many works to collectors around the country. 


I spend much of my time reading art history, science journals, watching films, listening to podcasts with interviews from accomplished mathematicians, theoretical physicists, evolutionary biologists, historians, semioticians, and a plethora of interdisciplinary thinkers who open the door for higher thought, or, more accurately, blow it open with the veracity of compact plastic explosives. A long time ago, when linguistics were less developed, this time would be called searching for a “muse.” I like to think of it as incubation. Information enters through various forms of consumption, i.e. reading books, watching films, listening to music and conversation, viewing art, etc. I think. The cells of thought replicate, grow, and exit my mind through the tactile exercise of drawing. There is something that happens purely on the visual level, abiding by the parameters of the visual language. This language is different from the written or spoken word and operates under a different set of rules. 

First I start with a wood panel. I liberally pour equal parts primary colors plus titanium white on the surface and manipulate the pigment with various tools until I have a color field layer that is satisfying. I then apply a layer of gesso to give the surface some tooth while creating negative space to draw. Then I draw using charcoal, soft pastels, and oil stick. Once the drawing and mark making is done, I use an acrylic varnish to seal the piece.  


Self Portrait complete 2014