When I was two, my parents moved us into the home that my Mom designed in a sketch. She showed me what was to be my room. In the hustle and bustle of my parents moving us in, I found my pink and green crayons and completely covered my newly built walls with what my mom eventually coined my ‘Cave paintings’, instead on getting angry, she preserved these drawings with a special layer of varnish before putting wild wallpaper over it as she had originally planned. My Dad was known across the eastern seaboard as the wallpaper guy. He had created a wildly successful wallcoverings wonderland and the new house was, and still is, covered. My cave paintings remain preserved and my need to create has been a constant fire that has never faded or dimmed. There have been many times where life has taken over and I have had to find other forms of expression but I always come home to drawing and painting. I have to.

I hope you find your inner child in my artwork, I hope it lifts you and makes you think of how much you love all the magic and mythology that has secretly made you happy since you can remember.