My expression is from a place of looking into myself. The effects of those around me as a child has blurred much of my adult life. I have spent countless hours looking at and examining the artifice others have tried to put upon my mind and thoughts. The more I have discarded the more I have become. I now find myself free and loved. Every day is a new day with the past as a reference of experience to which I am no longer as burdened. Deep parental issues are the most profound in effect. It is as though the scars of generations run deep in what I find rancid in life. The vibrations left from those never met yet who are as much alive today as ever in the ability of their pain to come alive.
Art is the release of what lingers into the newness of every moments fecund awakening.