Every time I venture to share a piece of art, I always hear the same things:
-How do you think of these things?
-I would never have come up with that, where does it come from?
-What made you do that?
I guess I feel I owe a lot of you a small and sensible explanation as “I just do it” doesn’t seem to satisfy and might possibly infringe on some Nike copyright…..

Music has always been tied to my life. Not just one song in particular, but a sound track that weaves through my memories. Covering the mundane to the deepest most poignant moments in my life, a few notes of a familiar tune can bring me to my knees. It is from this wealth that I draw my creative spirit forth. Many find it unbelievable that even the most hopeful and light images that spring from my mind are usually surrendered while I am weeping, reliving some moment that forever changed me. It is in these memories that my feelings, passions, and vision are most clear. It is not to say that I am never happy creating. Sometimes, weeks after I have worried an idea out and over, after the weeping, the image comes together - but that nugget of an idea still grew in the stormiest part of my heart. To some I may look insane- singing at the top of my lungs, heaving myself over and around, giggling and crying all at once but I would not trade these moments for all of the peace and serenity in the world. I endure my challenges, accept my sorrows, fly high as a kite knowing that it will all come to a fruitful end. And when I find, for the sake of my family, that I must temper my daemons.. that I must abandon my crying spells in a dark and empty bath tub… I wait until sleep pulls her shade over the house, creep to the CD player and pour my memories onto paper. For all who have ever wondered, ever asked - that is it.. my secret. I ride a daily tide of highs and lows, my life seems destined to crash hard every few years and I pick myself up, I take what I can, I bring it forward and out onto paper or canvas. As I sit here typing this, Counting Crows is wailing in the background, easing my fear over being quite so candid about what, for me, is an intensely private affair.