A little girl got up one day and headed toward the sun. She walked until she ran into the girl she had become. The girl she had become had questions about the road behind So the little girl told the one become everything that came to mind. Tales of ago laid stones of the path that lead her to this place Mountains high she would climb sometimes to fall straight on her face. The winds that blew after time she knew would strengthen her in the end And the times she experienced love and pain with each coming and going friend. Rainbows she saw along the way and storms that covered the sky And still some events along this path that neither could figure out why As the little girl told the one become these stories from before She began to melt into a puddle and receded down to the floor. The one who had become was frightened that her past had disappeared. The stories that made her very being were gone Become had feared. Though just as the thought had entered her mind the puddle began to run And like a sponge the puddle was soaked up into the being of the Become. No longer two mortals separate and strange, but one body to seek days of old And that is how the past met the now and why these stories are told
To hold a paintbrush in your hand is a privilege. The paintbrush gives a voice to the silent. A paintbrush gives a mega phone to the outspoken. A paintbrush can brighten and it can darken. It can bring truth or it can hide it beneath its layers. It can invoke tears of joy or pain. What each decides to do with the paintbrush is entirely up to the holder. Me, I choose to bring out three core things in my work; Truth, conversation, and laughter. I believe that all three of these things are vital to growth. My paintbrush usually will be filled with the color of acrylic paints, yet I speak with a Sumi-e brush as well. My style can be described in a few ways. It is narrative, always telling a story. It is whimsical, catching the eye of kids from 1-92. It versatile, reaching out to children on one level and grasping the minds of a more mature audience. If a smile breaks in the presence of something I have created, I have been rewarded in full. There is so much darkness to enter minds in this world: my hope is that my art can be a breath of fresh air.
