Art, and the act of creation, is a base need for my happiness and survival. It trumps food, shelter, social interactions and physical health. In the past, I could feel myself becoming less if I spent long periods of time not making art. It left me feeling as though I were a ghost image of who I was and not who I am. It is this base need to create, to become better at my craft and to expand my abilities that motivates me. It is this need that makes me an artist.
In my artistic pursuits, I have never settle on one medium, expression or ideology in my quest to quench the endless thirst of creativity. In one moment I could be crafting the human circulatory system out of wire, and the next, find myself sitting in a field doing plein air oil paintings. I have not seen an artistic avenue that I did not want to explore or at least visit for a little while. It has given me a large artistic tool set, ready for any situation and has turned me into the artistic equivalent of a Boy Scout. I am always prepared.
If you are reading this, and happen to be standing in front of my work, then realize that this is just the tip of my iceberg. You are looking at a moment of creative expression that has passed. An artistic tide that has come and gone. But I know that when the tide returns, it will bring something wonderful with it. You should come see what it brings. It’s always a surprise.