Where is it coming from and who cares where it is going!

My Art embodies the fantasies that stem from childhood obsessions that are now motivated by the knowledge learned through my adult life experiences.

In the studio: My Brain is at full speed, thinking, reworking, regretting, and remaking both my past and future. My, I pod acts as the stimulus to a constant stream of thought that comes from the joy, fear, anger, memories, wishes, and stories all new and old in, which places me back in a place of doubt, worry and fear of the unknown. I question my honesty…my selfishness. I ask, what is the point, of making this stuff? Many times the answer is “I don’t know, but I just got to get it out or I’ll burst!” and any obligation I may feel from being an artist comes from the knowledge that I have the ability, experience and talent to do so.When I forget about the “business” of being an artist, simply have fun with what’s going on in my brain and engage in the joy of making “stuff” I believe I’m creating something magical! Deep down I truly believe nothing matters other than how my art and creative process makes me feel. However, I do understand that there is a world out there where my art exist. Unfortunately, I do care what others think about what I make, but I worry that in the end they just don’t