I started my path into the arts early on. mostly just tracing cartoons and crude pictorials of sharks swimming after smaller fish mixed in with the usual elementary types of things. I think my best piece of work was the family lineage drawn out with orange marker across the the neighbors white trailer. I learned at the early age of 4 that some people just don't appreciate the arts, especially a tired father after a long days work! But, thankfully that didn't stop me. Not shortly after that I made an attempt to paint my big bird chair green and present it as a gift for a friends birthday . . . that didn't go over to well either now that I think of it.

Later on, during the high school years, I continued with my interest in the arts. I took every available art class i could fit into my schedule and worked towards building a portfolio to prepare for college. That actually didn't go as well as I would have hoped either, but I toiled forth anyhow. Off to college I went anyway, community, but college none the less. I worked various jobs around my class schedule and had sort of a primitive pay as you go plan. Taking what necessary courses I had to and mixing in time for basic drawing classes and figure drawing classes. Things were going pretty well that way . . . until the fork in the road.

Now, I work in construction as an electrician five years running and live out on the fringe of suburbia in a small old farm house. Its only been in the last year or so that I have once again started practing my old habits. Creating for the sake of it, I am begining to think that it is just in my nature. Just one of those things that I like to do. I can't say that I have earned any degrees or recognition for the works I create. I don't make any sort of living off of it or anything like that. I'm just enjoying my freedom to create.

So set the anchors on the apple tree and look into the setting sun.