When I was 3 years old my mom who was a Public School teacher brought home some chalk. I made some scribbles on the underside of the wooden dining room table.

At that instant I became aware of who I am. I knew from then on that was what I wanted to do for ever, to draw and paint and make things because I loved to observe everything and show people how interesting the world around us is.

We still have that same dining room table. The chalk scribbles are faded but the passion that they started in my soul burns with more intensity than ever.

“ I am an artist.”

“My paintings are my artist statement.”

“My wall of mystery and wonder.”

“ I paint people and things.”

“ I like bugs.”

“Anything and everything is amazing to paint, you realy can’t go wrong.”

“Fish are fun to paint.”