It all began when I was 5 years old. Holding a No. 2 pencil and 3 Crayola crayons, on a manila book cover I produced a likeness of Snoopy that wowed the
entire family. That same year I was introduced to carpentry by my grandfather. He taught me to use a saw and a square and the importance of “measure
twice, cut once”.
I began a series of woodworking projects and lost afternoons tackling unnecessary, but tolerated, home improvements. I didn’t draw with any kind of
regularity until I was 16. There were random endeavors when the mood would strike: oil on plywood of a frontiersman, the face of Jesus, Roberto
Clemente, and a Sinatra portrait for my girlfriend’s father. It wasn't until my love for Music consumed me that I was inspired enough to sit still and paint the
“Rock and Roll” that was constantly blaring through my midnight headphones.
For hours on end I would brush oil paint, push powdery pastels, and practice calligraphy. In my high school Art class I redesigned album covers and
experimented with all kinds of graphic media. As a senior, I was encouraged to gather a portfolio and go to an interview at the Philadelphia College of
Art. I planned to go into graphic design and do Art for the likes of Pink Floyd and Led Zeppelin.
On the initial walk-through tour, something clicked for me when I entered the wood shop in the Fine Woodworking Department. This seemed to be the
perfect place to combine my artistic talent and my love of building, carving, and shaping things. After a year of intensive drawing,
2 & 3d Design, I began sophomore year as a Fine Woodworking major. I was finding myself, and finding myself thrilled at the prospect of becoming a
craftsman. I took elective courses in metalsmithing and glass blowing. By chance I came upon a book in the library entitled “Drawings by Troubled
Adolescents”. I sat on the floor in the aisle and read it for over two hours. I was completely blown away and immediately went to the registrar’s office and
doubled my major. I was now a craft major with a specialization in Art Therapy.
I dove into my schoolwork and dealt with all the wild things that a college in Center City Philadelphia had to offer. I was a Resident Advisor in the dorms
while juggling the trials and tribulations of life, love, and the pursuit of happiness. I made it through just fine. I went to work in a cabinet shop, restoring
antiques and building custom installations. A few years later, I moved to the San Francisco Bay area and enrolled as a graduate student at JFK
University, majoring in Clinical Psychology with a specialization in Expressive Arts Therapy. Moving 3000 miles from home and being surrounded by an
amazing natural and social environment, I was “drawn to painting”. I bought canvas boards and completed about fifty paintings over the next few years.
It was a bold effort, the ideas were far better than the actual paintings. It trickled down to a random few before I stopped altogether.
I traveled to Paris some years later and chased down the works of my favorite sculptor, Rodin. It was in the Louvre that I became deeply inspired and made
a conscious choice that, upon my return, I would buy a stretched canvas and paint a human figure posed dramatically in a surreal atmosphere. A few years
later, I relocated back to Philadelphia. I found myself alone in a big, empty house with lots of time on my hands. I put them to work and haven’t stopped
since. I literally filled the entire space with my paintings. When I ran out of wall space, I took to the ceiling. It’s known as The Artcave. Welcome.