I have been and done a lot of things in my life. Of them all, art keeps me closest to who I am inside. Well, that and being a Dad.
People who know me well know that I am all about happy endings. On the way to those endings there will be fights, wars, contention and conflicts of every kind in a world that some see as grey and others as vivid black and white. My characters will know the world is grey, but they will embrace hope and make each decision as if it were black and white, doing their best to bring light and reach the white with every decision they make.
That may not sound like a discussion of art, but it is the closest I can come to an explanation of my work, what I try to put into it, and why I do it. Art is communication. We must be careful what we communicate with our work. It should be worthwhile. It should be worthy.
Terms such as impressionism, realism, modernism, or any other contrived “isms” as defined in academic circles have no place in my world. I learned art, not as a “fine artist” fit only to talk about art or try to teach it while not being able to do it, but as an illustrator, responsible for knowing many styles and modes and being able to use them in the real world to recreate what I see with my eyes or with my mind – like artists used to do, when they were something other than con men, flim-flam artists, academicians and charlatans.