I live in southern Indiana, in a condo because I despise yard work. I live with a dog because they are the best of us. I live close to an intersection with three chicken joints because fried chicken speaks to a part of my soul that knows no words.
During the work day you’ll find me in front of a computer, analyzing spreadsheets or learning python or scripting emails. After work I’m painting or drawing or reading – sometimes meeting friends for tea and conversation.
There are days when I run and days when I eat a pint of ice cream … I am many things.
I’m a joy finder and a magic maker. I assemble home in every corner of my existence and feel the miracle of the act.
More than anything else, I think.
My mind works in whirls and check-boxes and rarely plunges into the depths of a darkness I cannot breath through. That’s not to say there is no darkness, there are magnitudes of it. I have learned to breathe where there is no light. Occasionally, the breaths are tiny sips that crack at my heart and tear at the backs of my eyes … yet still I breathe.
Still I create.
About My Work
I started drawing in 2012 in response to a moment of restlessness and depression. A Sharpie and canvas were at hand and I gave it a go. I was 37 and had no idea that I could draw and even less a notion that I wanted to. After many years of focusing solely on pen and ink work I began transitioning to oil paints with resolve around September 2018.
Thematically I have changed significantly over the years. Much of my earlier work is dark and twisty, filled with a kind of angst and brokenness. Since 2018 there has been a shift toward more whimsy, a toying with the rules of my own emotional traction to see how I can express myself with creation and also how I build myself through it. It goes well.