I’m a child of Midwest Protestant America, the Baby Boom, Black and White TV, my Mom playing Mozart and Chopin on the baby grand, Barbershop quartets, AM radio, the British Invasion, the Summer of Love, Woodstock and Vietnam. My art speaks of all these things- the fantastic glowing black-light colors of psychedelica, perhaps aided by a few early acid trips; the desire to be in or at least to see another reality where wondrous creatures roam and I could fly. The Beatles, Peter Max, album covers, cinema noir, Disney animation, Peanuts and Superman spark wild imagination. I’ve always had a feeling I belonged in the 18th century as opposed to this current time.
I draw the pain and alienation a kid feels when he gets moved around from school to school, town to town, father to father and friend to friend. I’ve always felt like the last one to join the class, the odd man out, left longing for permanence in a world where nothing lasts. I draw the special feeling of traveling on a country highway late at night with the darkness and the stars, the greenish glow of the dashboard and the headlight beams stretching out on blacktop to light the way for my wandering mind.
My art is my journal when I have no words to speak. Each painting is a stream of consciousness to illuminate and turn my mind inward or outward in my quest to make sense of love, life and the pursuit of happiness. My attempts to understand the war, the hate and violence that consumes the world, and the wonder and beauty that can overpower the hate and make it all worthwhile.
I’m a like a rat or a crow - I like shiny things - I pick them up and take them back to my nest, place them in a heap and gaze at them for hours. So, too, my art is shiny and sometimes seems to be placed in a heap to be studied in every different light from every different angle. I start with a random smear and an emotion and go from there. Each piece reveals itself in mystery and wonder. I hope it will excite you as it does me.