Inspiration. Where does it come from? What triggers spontaneous creativity? Electrical impulses in our brains? Is it affected by the data being transferred wirelessly all around us?
Are there magical pixies that act like muses from Greek mythology-- launching arrows tipped with concepts that stimulate and catalyze? I often wonder where inspiration comes from, but maybe the question to be asked is how to best use it.

Family. When narcississm affects everyone .

“Isolation” is something a lot of us are now experiencing on a daily basis. This piece is part of a month long show that is now closed to the public due to Covid. Ironic that “Isolation” is isolated... This painting was originally about how so many of the rock stars that I grew up idolizing— committed suicide or overdosed. (Kurt Cobain, Chris Cornell, Chester Bennington, Scott Weiland, Layne Staley, Bradley Nowell, and unfortunately so many more... But, these feelings aren’t reserved only for the famous— and the current pandemic sheds a new light on this piece for me. The loneliness of so many people now trapped inside with only their thoughts and fears. Constantly breaking themselves down without reprieve. If you are feeling sad or lonely— please reach out to someone who loves you or the AFSP — there is always hope.

We live in a world of deception. Conjured illusions of souls, mere reflections of a once noble spirit, permeate society. Fear, insecurities, and the tragic obsession with “approval of the masses” provide an impetus for the creation of false selves; the truth lay buried—possibly never to be unearthed, which only cower—cloaked in their half-truths.

Thanks to those that maintain the light of decency and truth; a beacon which at times becomes arduous to carry.

To the Death of all Masks!

This piece remembers the victims of Hurricane Katrina and the loss and sadness that stems from Life's often confusing plan. But, also the added suffering due to the impotent response of our government; leaving thousands of Americans without food, water, shelter, medicine, or a way out.

Littered throughout this piece are the souls of those that died in Katrina and the aftermath. In the top right the dead souls form the face of God, with the sun being his eye. In the bottom left is a man mourning the loss of his wife—looking at a picture, which is all he has left—and throwing roses on her grave.

Surmountable

Few things in life are not.

Love. We all strive for it. Love from our family, friends, and strangers on the street. To be truly loved and to impact people's lives in a positive way--it seems so simple-- but few achieve it.

"In the End (It All Comes Back to You)"
You get what you give. Whatever energy you have been giving to those around you-- will all come back to you in the end.