Born in Fairfax Virginia in 1969, I moved to Dallas when I was one. My family quickly followed as I was only a small baby and wasn't ready for the challenges of the adult world. They even moved in with me and payed my rent for the next 30 years or so. My earliest memories were of model planes my dad had built and hung over my crib. Eventually was able to reach them and broke every one. It seemed for years I always was drawing. It was always the same thing over and over and in long phases, first it was whales, then it was sharks (especially making my own scenes from "Jaws" or redrawing the movie poster with the shark attacking things other than the woman on the original print.) Then it was tanks and airplanes. Then it was "Star Wars" and "Close Encounters" (I think I drew the death star and Devil's mountain more times than they have appeared on screen.) As I got into middle school it was a whole library of Dungeons and Dragon influenced art, lots of knights and dragons. The girls thought I was great! Well no, they hated my guts. Eben though they always asked me to draw unicorns and pegasi for them in their yearbooks, but I wasn't allowed to sign it. Because they didn't want a geeky kid in their yearbook. Ah well it introduced me to the fact that people would actually ask me to do art for them, because either they were not willing or could not draw on their own. I just remembered one day in my life every kid was drawing in class and a few years later i was the only one. I Arrived in high school and a friend introduced me to Rapidograph Koh-I-Noor Pens. He always carried a very nice sketchbook and a single Rapidograph pen. When my mother actually bought me my own Rapidograph pen I treasured it and I drew all the time....constantly. I filled a sketchbook every few weeks. Since I had been introduced to punk music and skateboarding by this same new friend, my lifechanged enormously that year. Lots of art, plenty of skateboarding and lots of live music. It was 1985 and Dallas Texas was not exactly a town where Punk Clubs and lifestyle was accepted at all. I learned a lot about injustice and politics from that crowd. I watch awful things happen and wonderful freedoms expressed. I met murderers and thieves, musicians and fans, artists and poets and lot s and lots of women and alcohol (among other things) I did this without my parent's knowledge. I was 15 with no car. It was a very covert lifestyle. My parents had to suspect something when I was given my own radio show. They heard the music I played and the people I interviewed. They had to know things were going on that they didn't approve of. They couldn't actually imagine what was going on on those nights downtown at the "Twilight Room" and "Theater Gallery". This area of town grew into an area of galleries and clubs called Deep Ellum, what was once a center for Jazz and blues in the early part of the century was having a quiet revival, only now it was Punk and alternative music. Painting and spoken word poetry. This is where I "grew up", in this abandoned part of town. The artists and musicians moved into the low rent buildings a quiet and very protective community evolved. By the time I was 26 I would have been ruined by commercialization and crime. While many folks still try to keep it an center for the arts, the high rents and awful clubs began to drive all the creative types away. Pretty soon the place I thought I would spend my life became a Disneyland of bad pop and metal bands. High dollar restaurants and downtown renovated lofts. All of it riding on the coat tail of what Deep Ellum was in the 80's. Eventually the vacuum of talent and creativity was evident and the crowds started to see the hollowness of what was once full. And it is dying a slow death.
but back to the guy here writing this,
I went to college and left my skateboarding friends behind. i moved to Austin and spent some time in of all things....business school after a couple of semesters of that the University of Texas notified me by letter that I was to leave and that I wasn't welcome due to my performance. I remember the letter containing a bunch of "F"s or something like that, or maybe it was the letter "D" I don't know, it was so long ago. But Anyway, I moved to Denton Texas to attend art school where I Graduated with a degree in painting and drawing in 1995.
I hope to flesh this Bio out soon, right now my eyes are tired and I am on an awful set of art deadlines. I must go work.
Today I mainly spend my time painting band portraits for several large live music venues in the Dallas area. I paint on average 18 portraits a month. The band signs them and they are hung in the venue. It is steady work and the stress is overwhelming at times. But I am making a living as an artist. I never thought that would happen before age 40 if at all.
Always painting, never sleeping.
Mainly Photo realism, but I enjoy becoming an impressionist at times. I love rendering in black and white. I can have fun using color when it is in patterns such as war plane markings when I do my world war two art work.
My palette usually has only has
Computer and printer. Oil paint. Sable brushes. Pencils, Turpenoid Natural and an overhead projector.
Photographs, either mine or supplied.
Dry brush. Washes. I rarely, if ever, blend unless I am using acrylics which I avoid unless the subject is a full color project that is on deadline and has no time for drying out oils.
Over 400 local band portraits at Curtain Club Dallas
500+ at Nokia theater
30+ at palladium and growing
always growing
Oh for....fvcks sake.. just go to a concert
Photo realism and rendering textures and tones of light
Music and photography. History and the present.
Light.
"La Reunion" Dallas TX. USA , "Kettle Art" Dallas Tx. USA