My first inclination that I might want to be an artist came at the age of 5, when my abilities first earned me praise. It was my favorite subject all through school. At the age of 15 I got my first sketchbook, where I played out my fantasies and frustrations while alone in my bedroom.
I wanted to persue a career in the arts and started by acquiring a BFA. During my studies (1991-1995), sketches, drawings, paintings and linoleum cuts were done with a fast and furious hunger to create.
After graduation, my work started to feel without purpose. My practice dwindled but I couldn’t help but doodle and do a painting now and again. I was often stopped by asking myself, “is this idea worthwhile?”. This question of worth tainted my free expression and playful approach. Practicality, fear and disconnection from myself were all obstacles of varying scale.