a 4-part series of personal stories… Part I – At first the words come slowly, when you finally begin to speak, or do you ever…? Most of my childhood I stood around having nothing to say – from playground to street corner, lunch room to sports field.  It began with complicity – selling my soul […]

At this time in my life, I am a connoisseur of advice.  I’m after that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.  And the pot of gold is hidden where?  As every artist knows, it’s hidden inside ME.  But, ME is a labyrinth, an endless maze at the center of which is a […]

My art is a tightrope between borderline and absurd.  That’s not quite what I meant to say, but I’ve been sipping tequila to skirt past my inner censor.   In manners of self expression my psyche operates by a golden rule:  You can always count on me for complete honesty.  I spill and so does […]