My paintings are life itself; the ghosts, the memories, always in motion, often just remaining still, then, leaping out, scalding, sweeping around, then, hidden, undercover until.
Quite simply, my work is a pouring out of the rawness of it all.
Life, destruction, repair, loving, anger. Living in bits and pieces.
Scraps of memory, stitched back together.
As a painter, I was never content with one form of 'technique';
I hungered for a stronger manner of expression, I was never ' at home' with, say, just using paint, oil, watercolor, or just pencil, or charcoal. I didn’t need nor did I wish to repeat what was done before. Mixed-Media was always lying dormant in my bones, ready to emerge, alive on my canvases.
Attended The Art Students League of New York