Life has a way of shaping us. but we always have the final say in what defines us (and more importantly) what drives us.

In all my 27 years of life, I wanted to be an artist. However, like many young people, I was told that the dreams of an artist are “futile” and was instructed to “not waste my time”. In the decades since those childhood woes, I have discovered that negative logic is facilitated purely by ignorance and could not be further from the truth.

Art, in essence, is humanity’s answer to barriers established by the rigid malice that unfortunately has become the norm in western society. It is our way to speak with no fear of being silenced.

I find my drive to be the joy found in looking upon my own creation. The very act of transforming art materials into a distinctive work of my own mind’s image is such a complex idea that brings me immense joy to a point of pure silence both inside and out.