My love for art began at a very early age. At age 10 the Guadalupe Church in Hermosa Beach, California, commissioned me to paint a fourteen-foot mural. It was a landscape, and it was as if I was the medium through which the scene appeared. This sounds ‘mystical,’ but art is mystical, and creativity is even more puzzling.

By age sixteen, I had developed my own style of painting. It was my nature to shun formal training, partly out of rebellion, and partly because I sensed that "art lessons" might impair or somehow damage what was already complete inside of me.

The urge to pick up the brush and paint gently reminded me that creativity was, perhaps, the purpose for life itself. I could not resist the lure of my gift, and little by little it became the path I followed. I always loved animals, and they became the focus for my art. They became my inspiration. I loved two things, in addition to my family; animals and art.

I love to camp in Yellowstone, where the wildlife roams free, posing for digital camera sessions, while I enjoy the relative peace and quiet of my growing love for this profound mystery that is life itself. When I wake up in the morning, I visualize canvases that wait for me to show up and deliver the goods. There is a growing excitement in the air, and, for me, it is all about capturing the essence of this dream on canvas.