Ok- I just deleted that stuffy bio I had up.
I really don't know if I'll connect with you but here goes.
I was born a warchild(Jethro Tull) or a baby boomer in 54' aries 4/17.
I heard crazy stories about my youth- very hyper.
I loved baseball and pitched in little league untill I was beaned in the head. Spent the night in the hosptal after being knocked out.
Things changed that day. Now, baseball seemed so far away! I began to see things in a framed camera like veiw. I could turn my head and change the composition!
I was born in Stroudsburg, Pa and we moved to Greenwood Lake, NY in 67' when I was 12, Wisconsin at 15. Stuart,Fla., at 19. Wisc. at 20, Hilton Head at 21, back to Fla then Pennsylvania at 20 something, Yonkers and Mamaroneck at 35 and 38. Brooklyn at 49 and back to Pennsylvania at 52. Been here for 10 years.
I have an incredible daughter who was 5 when I went to rehab(beer). I am so greatful for a chance to really live a cool life. 27 years later I am still trucking on. My daughter is an outdoor girl but she knows all the artist and paintings. She helped me all last summer in the studio and on the road.
After getting used to sobriety I moved to NY and got busy. First with high end house painting the faux finishes. My wife, an architect who nourished me with art history, museum and gallery trips and incredible lectures and crits at Pratt Brooklyn.
Shortly after I moved to Mamaroneck my Mom was killed in a car crash and everything changed again. I understand how important a life can be. Everything became clear and i segwayed from faux finishes back into fine art in the blink of an eye. It was like an ocean wave of energy and ideas that had built up in me for the last 20 years.
I think the whimsical energy is a balance to my moms tragic death.
PS: The reason I quit painting at 20 is because my mom said "you'll never make a living as an artist". I don't know 'exactly' why I started again but today "I'm making a ling as an artist". Maybe she never really meant for me to stop. Thanks Mom