I have no art training. It was something that started to manifest as I began to delve into some life altering experiences in 2002. Today, as I reflect back on the metamorphasis over the few short years since I first picked up a paint brush – I can’t help but believe that within us all is a messenger in search of a delivery system.
I don’t consider myself a painter or a fine artist per-se. I guess I’m more of an illustrator. My path, it seems, is one of telling stories of my journey, the speedbumps, the ditches, the hilltops and briar patches through these images. It’s a path I fought against, but life has a way of forcing your gaze in the direction intended and then kicking your butt out of the nest and all along its majestic and potholed road. Once I came to accept my calling, I realized I’m not the only one on this journey and that there are many of us face-planting our way towards enlightenment.
I believe our mission on earth is to evolve – into what exactly, I have no idea. I also believe that the road to expedite this mission is to live this current life with two main goals – and these have become my mantra (with a shout out to the amazing Bishop John Shelby Spong), “To live wide-eyed in the Mystery of Life and Dare to Love Wastefully.”