So we begin…

Every story starts somewhere.

Sure.

Sometimes in desperation, sometimes in rapture. Art catches you between both, I’ve found. My foray into the world of art began a long time ago. How can it not when it pulses in your veins, the very tempo of life reflected therein? So I have lived my life alongside the friendship of creative expression in many forms. Fine art (which sometimes could be translated as “just fine” art), and most heavily, music.

Most of my adult life has been spent in the pursuit of music, which I find so much gratitude for nearly every moment of my waking life. The beauty of being a human is that you can be many things, and love many forms of expression. It was music that gave me the opportunity to paint. The initial toe-dip presented itself while helping my friend teach a class for kids. What a lovely way to experience the freedom of art. It then translated into a few small canvases to overlay on some album artwork, and I took them out with me on tour to see if anyone wanted them. They did.
The album artwork came out beautifully.
And here I am.