In the fourth grade I got in trouble for “decorating” my desk with scissors and permanent markers. The principal made me stay after school for a month with the meanest teacher the school had to offer. She turned out to have a love for art. She taught me perspective and gave me perspective. She taught me to look into the shadows. What many interpreted as mischief, irresponsiblity, and avoidance, she realized was a refuge.
I am drawn to subjects that others tend to pass by. I step over boundaries, peer through barriers, and often find myself on the wrong side of the fence. My paintings do not come easy for me. If a painting comes easy I suspect I did something wrong. I am most proud of paintings that look like they emerged from a bar brawl, as if bashed over the head with an ash can. Let the viewers decide who won.