looking hard into the face of a plastic icon

(Nothing philosophical here, just my view of the visual work I do.) Finding the meaning of a painting is the viewer's job, not mine.

The battle is continual, as I try to temper my compulsion to control with a little wild abandon - I know part of the process should be left for the viewer's eye - the rewards of filling in the details do not necessarily belong to me.

My goal is simple - to capture your curiosity, bring you closer, and reward you for taking the time to look.

I paint a lot. I burn part of it. I define my own successes and failures, all-powerful in my own small world. That is the fun stuff.

My purpose, my addiction, the definition of who I am. This is my real job.