This is my first painting, my defining moment. I've been harboring a love for the visual arts. I've been known to buy books on works of great painters. I think this seed was planted in me when I see a couple of prints hanging on the apartment walls of where I grew up. At the time I just thought they were "nice" and was the right thing to do by my Dad. Who knows sixty years later, I would be writing about this. For all you parents out there, be mindful of what you say and what you do. You have an influence on your kids in more ways than you will ever understand !

Anyways, the year was 2003. I remembered that I was so pumped up one day and I went out and bought myself paper and color and decided it was time to find out if I was just a bystander or if I could be a participant. I was going to do a painting and let the painting make that decision for me. I can see that it is crude, but full of words. Every time I look at this painting I feel something, an attachment that I cannot describe, and I think it goes beyond the familiarity that this is my work. Hence I pursued my interest in earnest