Compelled to narrate, I paint a world I can live in— full of color, balance and harmony.

Formally, I view reality as a collection of abstract shapes. Once representation is reasonably established, I start over looking for the grace of each mark, translating realism into a compilation of poetic vignettes. I call the results ‘psychedelic precision.’ I am balancing the attributes of each shape, pushing truth to the edge—just short of falling off. Rocking between accuracy and playfulness, I’m hoping for the ‘real’ picture.