Childhood

i am the middle child of three boys. i spent considerable time in the outdoors embracing the organic flow and visual rhythm of nature.  since a young child, i drew. my father, a writer, entertained me by having me scribble a line and then he would transform it into an image. i have always loved the way  a flat, two dimensional picture can jump to life. in elementary school, teachers reprimanding me for the “doodles” that found their way onto all my assignments, usually in the margins.

even though i was always drawing, i didn’t consider myself an artist until my mother, unbeknownst to me, submitted my sketchbook to the art teacher at the high school for enrollment in a special honors art course. i’ve never been the same. the arts opened the door to ways of seeing and expressing that i hadn’t found in other arenas.