The first inclination that I might want to be an artist came at the age of 5, when my abilities earned me praise. Art was my favorite subject all through school. At the age of 15 I got my first sketchbook, where alone in my bedroom I played out my fantasies and frustrations on paper.
My pursuit of a career in the arts started by acquiring a BFA in the mid-nineties. During my studies, sketches, drawings, paintings and linoleum cuts were done with a fast and furious hunger to create. After graduation, without deadlines or critiques, my work lost a sense of purpose. My work slowed, as I asked 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.