I make art because I must. It's a cellular need. It's a compulsion, an addiction, a Beingness I cannot deny.
Simply put: Art is Spirit moving through any particular medium, whether it be stone, music, cooking, dance, speech, or whatever. Create an intention, take action, results follow, fine or not.
Images dwell within me getting fat and juicy until they just simply will not allow me to sit on them one more minute. Many many nights I'll wake up with designs in my head, all clamoring to come out at once, and I'll have to get up and draw furiously till they're out and happy.
When I was very young, I made a pact with myself not to do any artwork that depicts pain and suffering - why paint that when we see so much of it all around us, every day?
What I wanted to see and surround myself with was expressions of the feeling I had in my heart about how I felt it could be, and really is, on levels we don't normally think about or have visual access to during the glaring light of day. I want my work to do with joy, celebration, and the great, incredible depths of the invisible world that we inhabit, that inhabits us, and that swirls in un-namable curling, flowing eddies in and all around us all the time.
Mood, emotion, feeling and the underlying spirit - this is ...