I'm grateful for both the apparent and the obscure sources of inspiration in my life. I share a natural love for art and design with all the great people who help nurture my abilities. 

My art has, in a sense, found me. Where once I was always aimlessly drawing as a child, and then fine-tuning my techniques as a young adult, I am now realizing how to have a two-way conversation with my art. The creative process has become a language that I am forced to interpret and, once transcribed, this language helps me to evolve and advance and learn. I can communicate clearly or vaguely; The subject can be artifacts, perverts, philosophy, etc... This unpredictability keeps me inspirited and excited.

My Mom drew that picture of me when I was just about 1. At the time I could only contribute with the black scribbles there on the bottom half.