I was born Sept. 4th 1965 in Columbus, Georgia. Simply put, I fell in love with color right from the start. I remember seeing a painting by Salvador Dali and being struck by it like an arrow. I had no idea what it meant or why someone would paint ants and a lion head on rocks, but I knew I loved it. My teachers were always mad at me for spending too much time drawing than doing my math work. My father was mad at me because he didn't know how I could go through so much paper right as school started. I guess being an artist was just in my genetics. I graduated High School after concentrating on art mostly while not having any sort of professional mentoring like most artists’ look for. I did receive my share of awards and accolades but I was looking for something else.

Maybe that was the reason I let my father talk me into joining the Air Force and maybe getting a chance to see where the true masters of art like Picasso and Dali grew up and what inspired them. I joined the Air Force and got stationed in Madrid, Spain and lived there for 6 years. The military meant nothing more to me than a paycheck, but being able to sit every Sunday afternoon and see great works of art first hand or being able to visit Paris and walk along the same streets of artist's I admired was priceless. My Sunday was usually spent trying to redraw goya's masterpieces or any number of the famous Spanish artist's the Prado had to offer.

Those were very good times and like all good times they come to an end and I found myself wherever the military needed me like Omaha, Nebraska. Needless to say that was the end of my military career, not like I wanted a career in the military anyway, and I hate cold weather. Maybe that coldness I felt lead me to the desert and neon of Las Vegas 15 years ago. Perhaps I considered myself a surrealist at heart and what better place could there be for a surrealist than Las Vegas. You could hide the Statue of Liberty or the Eiffel Tower juxtaposed with Elvis impersonators here. I suppose I also needed to clear my head of government propaganda and inhale the absurd that this town has to offer.

I do know that going to the University of Nevada Las Vegas, which most would not suspect, brought me into contact with someone who would be significant in my growth as an artist, and for that I am thankful to Las Vegas. At the University I won awards and accolades again, but the main prize I still haven’t won. That of immortality, where your work is appreciated even when you have shuffled of this immortal rock.