I have always had a creative mind.

In my life - making art and breathing are equally important.

Inspiration seeps from my subconscious in random automatism.  Perhaps this is a way to reveal one's psyche, which otherwise would be repressed. Drawing provides solidarity for my creative energy.  It is a haven from monotony and my escape from reality.

My art is surreal in nature, and it is intimate.  If one chooses to make art to please an audience, one becomes a slave to pleasing the audience forever.  I do not present my work to the viewer for adoration or acceptance.  Rather, it stands alone as a moment in time of a human existence.  Humanity revealed. I can only make art because my soul yearns to breathe and inspiration is forcing me to gasp for air, I know no other way.