About

My story starts in 1989, so every March 6th I celebrate my begining.When I was about six years of age, I asked my father if he could draw something for me. Without a second thought he turn my invitation down. He also said, "Son, you should draw it your self." Then I asked him could he show me how to draw. He replied, "Learn it it on your own." Confused that he didn't want to draw or show me how, I started to learn on my own. With a self taught style along with fine tuning from multiple art teachers, I come to the style and experience that I have today. Over the years I started to see more and more detail. The kind of detail that a certain eye could see, a certain ear could hear, or a certain hand could feel. Do you know the feeling when your about to cry? A kind of burning sensation that covers your eyes. I have that same feeling or passion evertime I think of a new art piece. After finishing a piece, it's kind of like finishing a big thanksgiving meal. This satifation always feeds my hunger, but with art, I'm never full. Some people say when you have a gift use it, I'm using my gift to give to you, the viewer. So you could open it up like a present and enjoy.