I began drawing at a young age; I taught myself to draw while in math class and social studies. I was constantly drawing and I simply didn’t have much interest in any other subjects. Although I wasn’t interested in a formal art education, I did entertained the idea for a couple of years before dropping out to travel and explore my own methods of self-education. Therefore, I’m predominately a self-taught artist… yet a terrible teacher.
My twenties and early thirties were spent learning many things which have proven to be useless at this point in my life, such as how to balance a table with a packet of sugar, how to meditate through a terrifying 9-hour bus ride through the mountains of India or how to drink a “bar mistake” quickly and inconspicuously without being seen by management. After many years traveling domestically and abroad, I decided to take all of my worldly knowledge to Asheville, NC, lock myself in a basement with a bunch of art supplies and see what happens. What was once a hobby has now turned into a career, I’m taking my art more seriously than ever before, yet at the same time not being too serious with my subject matter. I don’t believe all art has to be so highbrow or have some profound meaning. One of my favorite quotes is by Jackson Pollock, who said, “If people would just look at the paintings, I don’t think they would have any trouble enjoying them. It’s like looking at a bed of flowers; you don’t tear your hair out over what it means.” I enjoy art that has a playful sense of irony, art that focuses on the imagination, art which can make you think, but also makes you smile.
My paintings, if executed properly, should speak for themselves without the need for explanation. However, I relish in knowing that each person will interpret the same image a little differently and I’m happy with that.