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.