Statement

I was an art monk for 13 years. After college I worked at Apple Computer as a night watchman until I was 33. This was a most fertile time of reading, writing, and most of all drawing and painting.

As a child I always had projects:

I THANK GOD FOR MY PARENTS.

Cubscouts, model planes, rock hounding and making cabochons, liquid embroidery, macramé, breeding fish, parakeets, cockatiels, rabbits, rug hooking, leather tooling, church choirs, motorcycles, cake decorating (multi-tiered wedding cakes).

I remember following the instructions and thinking: 'this is fun for now but I want to make ART'--you know that aspirate pronunciation that we all make fun of. That's what I wanted to make.

I couldn't find the kind of art I wanted to look at in the family art history book. I wanted a place where imagination could run wild. I wanted to think about new things and explore worlds that could only be imagined.

After high school I figured I should learn about this instrument I was born in. Psychology would also teach me how to not go crazy--as artists are mythically prone to that. After college I studied Art Therapy privately for a couple years and continued taking classes from teachers I heard were good. Much of what I took, Human Perception, Mythology, Clinical Philosophy, Mime, would not apply to an MFA.

Now I live in New York City. I love walking through the mountains of architecture and marveling at the history. I'm still an art monk for the most part. The altar is more grand, the icons more imposing, and about that vow of silence-------forget about it.