I was started down the path of becoming an artist from a book about personality traits I found waiting in line at Giant with my mother as a child. It was one of those little books amongst the crossword puzzles and word games. The thing that struck me was it said people who have messy rooms tend to have artistic leanings. I had already started to sketch and doodle before this, and my room was always a mess, so I took what it said to heart. I went to art school because I felt it was the only place I could fit in. I painted because it was the only thing I knew I could do well. I'm not the best by a long-shot, but there are people who enjoy my work.
I've
always been fascinated by the undead. As long as I can remember drawing I've drawn skulls. Even before I knew what zombies were I was drawing them with pen and ink after reading "How to Draw the Marvel Way".
I find life confusing and I try to put that in my work. My apathy, my frustration, headaches, fear, manic joys, silent wonders, obsessions,ect
. go into my paintings. They don't always go finished, sometimes I'm the only one who knows.

Another day of having the empathy, sympathy and compassion scraped raw from the core of my being leaving nothing but bitterness, apathy and despair.