As a young man, I had no interest in practical pursuits. Instead, I studied Psychology, Philosophy, and Theology—six years spent chasing big questions and mapping the shadows they cast. I wasn’t half-hearted about it, but looking back, I wasn’t sure I’d grasped anything concrete. Luckily, Art exists for people like me; those drawn to the speculative and mysterious. So I found myself returning to it. Back then, I made a lot of flops. I took that as a good sign—proof I wasn’t in control (which, in Art, is often a virtue). While studying Painting and Art History, something worthwhile eventually emerged. My first solo exhibition followed, and for the first time, I felt like a real artist—like I had discovered what kind of tree I was growing into. Since then, I’ve explored Business and Education, but Art has remained constant. There have been more shows, an MFA, and years spent living abroad. I’m a tinkerer by nature; my paintings and sculptures may look unrelated, but to me, they’re all family. Each work reflects my shifting perspectives and wide-ranging experiences. Painting has been a faithful companion, like conversing with someone wiser than yourself. In recent years, sculpture has also cast its spell. It still amazes me that such objects exist among us. So here I am, years later, a bit more grown up but still chasing big ideas with my toy gun.
