I like to think of my work as simply honest and original in its intent, with a fondness for line and figurative expression. For me, creating art has always been about self expression and truth…about producing something relevant and quite introspective… a looking inward… my own celebration of creating art in isolation to some degree, and  my continuing love affair with both the joy and burden of that infatuation.

I have always received tremendous satisfaction from the act of drawing or watching something materialize on a sheet of paper in front of me. There is something special about this act which draws me back time and time again. As lyrical as it may seem, I’m simply trying to articulate and express myself through metaphors of colour, tone and surface texture using a sort of subtext of paint, brushstrokes, collage and mark making. I guess that like a musician, creating art can somehow transport you to another world, and for my own part this has become a very addictive but rewarding ritual. I’m curious about where this will lead.