I was born an artist in an artist family. My dad was a musician and my mom would spend hours drawing and coloring with me and my siblings at the kitchen table throughout my childhood. The first book I remember reading was a short story about Pablo Picasso. My first art instructor was Bob Ross. Art class in the public school was only so-so. After high-school I studied computer animation at the Art Institute of Dallas. The school was a huge disappointment. The one thing I learned was: "if I wanted it, I had to go for it."
I grew up with a pencil in my hand it seems. After the Art Institute I taught myself to paint. Hours of drawing could not have prepare me for the difference between the two mediums. I went to work at a local art-supply store to be closer to art and artist'. There I was exposed to a wide array of media. And heartily explored the different types. On the clock during the less busy hours of the day I taught my self about screen printing, block printing, and the differences in pastels and paints. And to this day I use them all.
I draw my greatest inspiration from life. Reflecting on the beauty of existence moves me to continue pouring myself into my work. Like VanGough and Monet, two of my heroes, I plow forth into every canvas to master the brush and application of paint. Every painting inspires another. Just like every heart beat pushes on the next.