I began drawing when I was 2 years old. I drew and drew, painted, carved, sculpted, I drew on napkins and school desks, the corners and edges of letters and papers, it seemed like this fountain of creative power could not be slowed or stopped, and it happened almost unconsciously and I could not nor did I want to keep it from pouring. In 2009 my mother died, and my art became very dark. I was working on commissions for people who treated me poorly, and my venues in artist alleys closed up when conventions stopped having them. These were things that were working against my creativity, but I found outlets of creating on computer, creating three dimensional scenes in which to escape, I became a prim-bender. I realized that my art had always been about bringing imaginary things into the world. Not that I knew what would crawl out onto the page when I sat down with a pencil or whatever, it just came. I felt compelled. But lately, and maybe as a kind of escape, I have been putting these things into a different world than this one. So, I am making an effort now to finish some long-outstanding commissions in this world, and return at least now and then, to this life. I expect this may be a slow process, but one that I am determined to do, and I might be sharing images from this prim-benders dreams with you here as well. Thank you for your patience and support.
I'm getting back into things. Very kind of you to watch.