I’m an okay painter. It’s something I tell myself often. Sometimes it feels like you look around on the internet and all you see is perfection. Perfect lives on social media, perfect art on artstation, reddit, anywhere and everywhere. Is it okay to be okay? Fuck yes.

It’s always been my dream, literally a dream, to be able to paint what I see. Places I’d read about, people I’d imagined, emotions, loved ones, everything. What is life for an artist but sharing visions any way you can? The fact that you’re here reading this should be a goal achieved and a dream fulfilled.

And it is.

I’ve worked hard to get here. My childhood was spent drawing superheros, ninja turtles, and comic books of my own in composition books and on loose-leaf, wide ruled paper. When it was time to decide what to do after that I spent time floating around college trying to become something I wasn’t. A few years of working as a systems administrator taught me more about what’s important about making art than anything else in my entire life.

Except probably my time at Ringling College in Sarasota. There I put together some of the skills on display here on the site. I also spent my time with the most talented illustrators in any generation. When I left the school, I stopped making art for a long time. So just having something here, to show you, is something to be proud of.