Who I am is a difficult question to answer. I am an artist. It is not a profession, it is not a lifestyle, it is who I am inside myself.  Let me try to explain.  When another, let’s use my cousin ( my best friend), I don’t think he will mind.  When he looks at something, say a chandelier, he sees  a light, thinks about how much it probably cost and that it is huge and then he goes on.  Now, I walk in, see the same chandelier.  I see magic. I can take my camera, or a pencil, or whatever, and will, in whatever environment I am in, immediately go about trying to capture what I see, I see myriads of colors, flashing off the edges of each prism, bouncing back and forth between each little carved cut out on the beveled drops.  I see blues, greens, purples, organs, pinks, purples, every single color of the rainbow, right there hanging from the ceiling right in front of my eyes.  Now, everyone else, glances at it, and walks on.  Not me. Someone will have to come and drag me away or I will be there until I am satisfied that I have truly captured on film or paper, what it is that I see.
Now, don’t’ misunderstand, I don’t want to capture it exactly as everyone sees it. I want to capture it as I see it, so that I can show it to those who can walk right past the most beautiful things in the world and MISS THEM.  I want to help them see what they miss .  That is one of the reasons you will see things in my artwork as mundane as, a glass of tea, a shot of vodka sitting on a colored countertop with a mirror above. OMG.. Colors everywhere. I seldom get to my own food or drink in such a place.
And then there the side of me that is totally immersed in music. Blues, normally, but I’m quite capable of enjoying almost any kind of music, from classical to rap, rock to ballads, opera to honky tonk. If its’ music, I’m not only going to like it, I’m going to want to be a part of it.And that's why I'm here.