All I know concretely is that I have had a lifelong love affair with the soul.  I guess everybody's grandmother, aunt or uncle has intoned at least once that the eyes are the window of the soul.  I would study the people that I met and gaze deeply into each new set of eyes, studying and realizing the person, and everywhere there was a place for a child to lay a pen or pencil, the world gazed back on me. 

I was born in Rogue River, Oregon and raised in California...but really none of that is as important as the books of art that I was exposed to early on.  Works of the Masters that reflected the emotion of living breathing flesh into the canvases they painted.  They saw and as I saw...further and deeper.  Add a smattering of Vargas and it explains a good deal of my work, which I think of as quite original in it's own conception surrealistic realistic art form that somehow seems 'my own.'  

My sincerest compliment has 'been,' when my work is studied by others they interject their emotions into my creation.  They ponder what each piece is 'thinking' and offer their suggestions as to the secrets they unmask.  I listen in fascination as they too see the 'life' that I have portrayed in my work.  No longer canvas streaked with acrylic paint, but pieces of humanity...reflected for their study.  

I do not follow the standard dictates of easel and artistic trappings.  I paint under sometimes difficult conditions and hold even my largest pieces upon my lap, using my body to balance as I work around my canvas.  Sometimes painting upside down, (That is my work!  Not myself, for I have not mastered vertical suspension) even helping me see 'deeper' into my endeavors.  

If you find pleasure in my work, I am pleased.  I paint dreams and deeds that lay beneath of surface of our everyday existence, into my soul and yours and lay it out the way I 'feel' are actually  the people that we all are in our deepest hearts and minds.