I am not an artist because I choose to call myself that or because my family and friends graciously bestow that title upon me. It's simply what I feel rushing through me while precariously walking the high-wire that separates genius and madness. My creations are what keep my mind and my soul balanced in harmony between the two extremes.
There are no set of rules for what I create or the direction my imagination chooses to take me. Visual inspiration surrounds me, everyday, everywhere I look, whether beautiful or grotesque and at times I discover those to be interchangeable. My art reflects my moods and emotions; love and happiness, anger and disgust, bewilderment or clarity. Whatever I'm feeling seems to emerge out of me and into my work. I create with my eyes and my heart while my brain takes a back seat to the event and let's the magic happen.
My artistic style seems to ebb and flow like the notes and measures in an epic rhapsody, often irregular and changing frequently but always returning to some basic method which keeps them identifiably their own. Whenever the intangible comes together and just seems to work in my favor... inspiration happens, imagination takes shape and art is born. That is when I truly feel complete. Passionately and most thankfully, I am an artist.