I’ve spent a lot of time wandering thru figurative deserts, searching for some undefined thing, but I never get any closer to an understanding of what’s going on here. I sense an abyssal unlikeliness underlying everything. I live with this mystery and it finds it’s way into my art.
While ‘artist’ has been my unvarying identity, I’ve made a side career of running down blind alleys.
Education:
When I was eleven years old I saw Dalí’s “The Persistence of Memory” and instantly became a surrealist.
In early adolescence I had the powerfully formative/informative experience of living in Europe for three years.
I received a B. A. in biology from West Virginia University.
I weathered two years of medical school before I could admit to myself that I would never be able to pound my different peg into that ill-advised hole (not even with a sledge hammer)…. and I couldn’t stop making art.
I hold a BFA in sculpture from West Virginia University and an MFA in sculpture from the University at Albany.
I’m a self-taught draftsman and painter.
Lately I’ve plunged down a digital rabbit hole. I only meant to design painting compositions on a computer, but then…. something else happened. Blame it on the Cheshire cat.
I work in an antique farmhouse in rural western New England, where I live with my long-suffering wife, a black dog, three cats and a multitude of wild creatures.
A compressed personal Art History:
I don’t know who I am. I’ve been a changeling, morphing thru a series of personae. One constant: I’ve been creating art from the time I learned to manipulate crayons.
I grew up leading dual, contrasting lives: Appalachian country boy; “Air Force brat”/world traveler. Always curious, I liked taking things apart to see what was inside (family car engines, radios – no [re]assembly required). My early experiments with electricity nearly finished me. I survived…. somehow.
Curated characteristics:
Transgressive (and self-censoring).
Believer in nature.
Pareidoliac.
Obsessive/compulsive.
Melancholic.
Dreamer.
So, why am I doing this?
Visual art happened to be a facilitated track for self-expression when I was very young. I hopped onto it, began traveling along it and it stuck. It became a thing I rely on for psychological/spiritual survival. It became what I am. Sharks have to swim, or die. I have to create art (believe me, I’ve tried to stop) or melt down into something that would no longer be me. Fortunately, there’s no other practice I’d rather follow....
The objective:
To create engaging, thought-provoking, amusing images with a sense of mystery and an eccentric’s good-naturedly mischievous sense of humor; always reaching for some form of visual poetry.