these are thoughts about my practice provided in the most raw form of explanation.

we’re makers:

history outside of comfort is Of The Time.

understanding myself a little when saying,

i’m an artist.

terms are in juxtaposition,

who is when, what is where.

i’m an inventor.

creators of the past were many shades of thrifty.

old masters married young, grew a patch of kids,

made empires of paintings and, those who slit throats, were exonerated.

reality was deranged but, beauty was made.

i’m an originator.

proving myself from the learned palimpsest past.

bare feet take on intention, independence and reflection.

i’m walking up.

it used to be down, but the past told me not too.