In the Beginning...

In the beginning…

 It all started with this painting.  1999, freshman year of high school, my first “serious” art class. 

I look at this now and cringe.  I think all artists do that with their work—today you’re amazed that this creation came from you; and the next, you’re over it and seeing flaws.  That’s what spurs us on to create more.  It’s an ever-churning burning need to capture the next vision in our minds, to never long be satisfied.  Sometimes that feels like torture, but I like to view it as a gift.  For in this mercurial and insatiable nature there is constant growth—in technique and execution, ciphering ideas, and knowing oneself more deeply.  Sure, it can be an emotional, mental and even physically arduous journey, but getting there is indeed half the fun.

So with this in mind, I would like to utilize my first handful of blog entries to go back in time to the beginning.  To share with you my journey and the work along the way that has led me to where I am today.  Honor the past, respect the artwork (even that which now makes me cringe), and value the present for how it came to be.

 More to come.  Always.