Growing up, we lived in New York City and Westchester, New York, I was surrounded by creative people, photographers, writers, and painters. In the museums of New York City, I had access to some of the world’s great art. In my home, in the city, and on the street -- the inspiration was nonstop.

Early on, my drive for creative endeavors was apparent, and has only grown stronger. I was and am often found sketching my interpretation of the world around me. Sometimes, the drawings remain on paper. Other times they evolve and develop into something else, something more tactile, or simply transform from two dimensions into three. If there was not a camera in my hands there was always one at arm’s reach.

As my surroundings have changed, the pencils and the omnipresent camera have remained. I’ve also gained: paints and brushes, metal and metalworking tools, access to the means of printmaking, found objects, repurposed items, and some rather unexpected materials and tools. I have only ever visualized myself in a creative, photography, art and design realm, and I am continually atttracted to new and varied media.

My work tends to be rooted in the anomolies I see in the world. I love to create things that make viewers or participants question. I enjoy finding different ways to use, and sometimes recycle, materials. I enjoy the ideation process of more conceptual art. Equally, I enjoy the process of physically making more tangible art. I enjoy finding simple beauty in the world, and further reduce it to its most elemental. Equally, I enjoy more emotive and even more difficult subject matter. I find solace in strange or accidental occurences, in geometry, in life, and in all that surrounds us, whether simple or complex. I rely on the poetic and the proseaic, indifference and desire, the concrete and the abstarct, a certain flatness and emotion, concurrent, dischordant, even ambivalent, and more, for my inspiration.

Simply put, I don't do art because I want to, I do it because I have to.