How do I explain in one page what art is to me? It is life. It is vibrancy. More than anything, it learns, grows, experiments, and evolves as I do.

My art is a living, breathing thing that takes many forms; but the overriding theme is life. My sketchbook is a constant companion. From lonely hikes to crowded markets, it follows me, desperately hoping to suck in some of the breath around it. And sometimes its wish is granted.

The life my sketchbook takes in through my hands is regurgitated in many forms throughout my art. From the alley cat turning, evolving, growing wings and ear tufts, to the man sitting by the corner, whose story I don’t know, but can imagine.

Maybe my art doesn’t start with reality per say. But once it was real. I take these fragments of truth and combine them with the fiction that everyone wants to see. Creating fairytales out of fence posts, and nightmares from gnats. I think society today loses sight of the fantasy in life. They forget to imagine and lose their sense of wonder. With my art I hope address that failing. To tell a story, with or without words, which will bring childhood back to life.

Simple things such as housecats can become unique and marvelous if you let them. The Cheshire cat is a prime example of that! I tell these stories and draw this life, to prove that dreams still exist, that reality can magically transformed, that everyone should try and look at things a little differently. They might be surprised at what they see. Dali was magnificent at stretching our perceptions. Brom can take such innocent creatures as toys, and turn them into something dark and malevolent. I hope to one day be seen as someone who took the common elements of the world and fused them with a otherworldly air to bring new and strange but somehow beautiful things into existence.

So I paint. Sometimes I may bring the reality of life toward the road of dreams, or the curves of insanity. But I think that is what my art is all about. Imagination.