One aspect of the journey of life is to discover beauty in ordinary things. But for me, the very act of painting, and everything about the stuff of paint, is counter-intuitive. By deploring the paint and engaging with the process of painting, I am able to destroy beauty and instead express the sublime. As a creator, I feel profoundly rooted to the sense of being alive. I feel, in other words, that the whole energy that expresses itself in the galaxies is simultaneously intimate and cosmic within me. And it is this quality of greatness, beyond all possibility of measurement that I learn through painting. The drips of paint on canvas or the shapes of scratches on the floor cease to have magic when we look at them in relation to survival and profit. I paint out of the biological need for self-expression; a function that emerges to distill so specific a form. However, when I paint I am aware that my coexistence does not have to go on any longer than a moment for it to be important. Quantitative continuity is of no value. When painting, I have an experience that awakens in me a great, unhindered sense of the quality of the moment. It is pure bliss, regardless of temptation, accident, struggle, and success. It is the plenum of total joy. When painting, I am able to recognize that the greater part of human activity is designed to make permanent the joys of life which are only lovable because they are changing. The art is the process. I just happen to call myself a hybrid painter because I work with more than just paints.
I live and work in Queens, New York and spend my summers in Hampton Bays. I graduated Cum Laude from Siena College, in which my artistry was mostly self-taught. I also studied at University of London, Goldsmiths College, which became one of the most important experiences of my life.