Creativity leads us on our artistic journey steadily fueled by imagination. This in turn leads to the desire and a passion is born.

For me, it all began on a cold November morning, in Chatham, Ohio.

“But in my defense, I was drawing trees and mountains, until one day my Mother came home.” I was seven years old and she gave me a “Savage Sword of Conan” magazine. So this is where my imagination switched and I started drawing barbarians with swords and decapitations. My Mother saw my new work and was “shocked”. As I said, “It’s not my fault.”

Because of my Mother’s reaction, I went back to drawing trees and mountains. Until I turned sixteen years old and made a friend who had hundreds of comics and magazines. He loaned me a few including, “Savage Sword of Conan”, “Epic Magazine”, and “Heavy Metal”.

Armed with this new material I went back into the world of fantasy and science fiction and have never found my way back out. The years of silence, now broken by the whispers of inspiration.

Ralph Waldo Emerson once said "Don't follow where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail". So this is my Art Path.

My Mother still says to me even today, “Why can’t you draw vases with flowers in them?”