CRIMINAL ATTEMPTS AT ART

Long time public servant suffering from the delusion that I can draw and paint. I see the world in a odd but good way.

I like to draw and paint and suffer from the delusion that I have some knack for it. I'm a native of Atlanta and relish exploring my city and the south and have done so my whole life. I have always enjoyed drawing and reading, (mostly history). I vividly remember being called on in math classes (plural means more than once and annually) when I was either reading or drawing. My argument that reading and drawing were acceptable (since both were taught at school) fell on deaf ears. Timing is everything I guess. Bic pens, pencils and notebook paper were my tools of choice since they were so readily available (and all I had anyway). My Dad made a living as a brickmason, but could draw, paint, carve or sculpt anything. If I have any talent at all, it derives from him

My wife and I have 3 adult children that live elsewhere. Tink, a small Yorkie, lives with us and provides entertainment. I work a combination of normal hours coupled with some strange ones. I retired from one employer, but find myself working again in my chosen

profession. Not quite old enough to retire, but the day is coming. I am a lawyer and have practiced, serving as a prosecutor and in private practice. Now I only practice some occasional transactional law for my employer.

For years, a career and having a family limited my art. A heart attack changed that. Art is the one think I can do (good or bad) that truly relaxes me. When I am engaged in producing a piece of art, truly engaged, I lose all track of time. When friends ask me how long it took me to draw or paint a piece, my honest answer is that I don’t know. The day I have to put a clock on my art is the day I will stop.

I’m not sure how, or if, my overall art style can be categorized. “Other" people have called it pop, surreal, pop surrealism, expressive, low-brow, realistic and crap, depending on the piece. I sort of think of myself as an urban artist drawing and painting the world around me. I tend to choose subject matter through a filter in my brain. My brain doesn’t necessarily see a building, it sees a painting...in my style of course... and once this image is in my mind’s eye it comes out of the pen and onto paper.

I hope you like my art and would love to see your art, photography and adventures.

I sell a few prints online at:

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