Artist Statement

I am but an infant…

I grew up in a house of artists. My mother and brother are drawers, painters, and inkers. Everything from comic books, to t-shirt designs, to some of the most intricate works ever seen. Their beauty is in their simple complexity, a gift my mom tried to teach both my brother and I. Try as I might, I never learned that vision. But I created my own.

And from the muse came two styles, the Veritates first. The Veritates are the works based on people, they are the truths from my waking eye. From when I look at a person, find the beauty: plain, simple, raw, and above all real. With the Veritates I was born into the world of art.

Slowly twisted faces, distorted figures, unaccustomed scenes, spectacular compositions, they all came to me without a person in them. It was simply an idea that I now saw! Slowly idea turned into character, and languidly a face would untwist and the figure would clear and this spectral I would see before me turned into a creature of untold treasure. With each character becoming more alive than the last, and with it more detailed and profound, they began to haunt me. Only my dreams at first, but then to my waking thoughts. The hidden and the strange, those marked purely by color…the Paradoxa Caeca were born.

It sounds as if I’ve lost my mind – and maybe I have although unlikely. I had formed two distinctly different styles and gave them names.

They’re all out there…more of those characters…these creatures of the unknown. I can’t make them out in my mind yet. As if I either cannot see them or do not want to see them yet. I know I’ve only just learned to crawl, but I’m crawling towards them…

For I am only an infant…