I am an artist, that is all I can ever conceive myself to be, through me speaks a point of view of the world and life as I, and I alone conceive it. From this view I speak to the world through images, words, sounds, feelings plastered in canvases, paper or anything, or flung to the winds so that it may roam forever.
How I came to be an artist is a mystery to me, I simply am, as I was since the first memory of my existence, as are the images and the stories, which I, since, try to express and which have grown through life's experiences.
How I came to be an artist is a mystery to me, I simply am, as I was since the first memory of my existence, as are the images and the stories, which I, since, try to express and which have grown through life's experiences.