Becoming a painter seems to have happened to me without conscious intent. It is a natural, primal response to my world. Creating pictures is an act that I cannot avoid, rather than an activity that I choose to pursue. Art became a compulsive obsession that I just cannot break. Painting sustains me like air, bread, water, and love.
My style and technique have been a natural evolution. I have intentionally avoided formal training, immersing myself in a life long love affair with the great masters of our past. My work is intimate and personal, devoid of the much loved "Theory" of our age. I attempt to produce pure, spontaneous images. I honor the beauty of our emotion-saturated flesh. I paint as I feel...with a total disregard and disrespect for the Modern Art fashions and trends of our sadly beauty-starved age.
It is my voice...