What is my work about you ask? 

Before I would have said, the joy of living, or some such shallow drivel that barely scratched the surface. Today, with death, my shadowy companion & best friend, I can honestly say that my work is finally cutting through the layers of bullshit to examine my core. My squishy bits are laid bare. 

Every piece I make is a self-portrait.  The positive, the negative, the limiting and the expansive, what I send out and what I receive. Cascading, blocking, swirling, flowing, I paint what I imagine my energy must look like to examine it under a microscope. And I want to examine it. I want to study it. I want to be conscious of it, and conscientious with it. 

Perhaps it's my way of seeking control in the uncontrollable, but if everything is energy, and I believe that it is, then how can I honour the dark and the light within me and harness it? How can I become aware of, gain mastery over, and regain that which feels stolen away?  I wasn't left here on my own to merely exist, was I? 

I learned the hard way that life can change in a heartbreaking blink of the eye. I guess I wasn't taking the hint before.

I get it now. 

What inspires my work? 

I'm heading the advice of my best friend Death, 

I'm going to really LIVE before I die.