I paint because I don’t know how not to. My subject matter is what it is because

I was born during the “I like Ike”/Lenny Bruce/McCarthy years in your basic large, eastern seaboard college town. Subsequently, grew up in about 8,000 other similar towns.
After years with a traveling carnival, selling fireworks on street corners, dispatching trucks and, for a seeming eternity, working as an artist’s model, I’ve found my home in the printing industry. Paint and ink feeling pretty similar and all.

I have Neurofibromatosis Type 2.
The recent evaporation of speech and music was no surprise.
To paraphrase Mr. Johnny Cash -- I saw this train a’comin.