Biography

If art is a reflection, to me, it reflects the time and

history spinning around it. We are all the children of history, so our

birthed art babies spring up and scream into our current rendition of the void.

I exist in a world between worlds, and in my shadow, I draw together the

landscapes, places, biological organisms, and strange mysticisms that make my

life grotesquely beautiful.

I owned an oddities store in Las Vegas. After

it fell apart, I found myself looking down the loaded end of a world so visceral

and full of viscera that I wanted to glimpse the worlds beyond us; however alien and

inhuman they may be. Now middle-aged, I want to be alien and inhuman, so I paint and draw

these meat babies and broken things. I worship at the altar of the medical

illustration, Frances Bacon, and new crone reality.  When I am done, I hope to transcend this

space and become the great and horrible thing I have spent my life learning to

become. This work will be the key to where I am going.