I’m an artist, and I have been my entire life. I’ve explored my style in the mediums of comic books, fine art, and graphic design. I’m always working on concepts for my graphic novel, which will one day be perfect for conception on the page. I’m always painting, and pushing each one closer to perfection than the one prior. I use my experience and formal education in graphic design to try and realize aesthetic balance in everything I do, and then find a way to completely ignore those rules and include something that always seems to get other art majors angry.
What I’m not is a musician, and I have no realized tendencies towards learning music, but in some alternate flash-sideways universe I must be a musician. There has to be some tenuous link between these two realities, because I feel like music influences everything I do. Being how I generally enjoy music that’s raw, earthy, and visceral I find that my art often ends up the same way. If I had my choice every time I paint I would be in between the drummer and the guitarist of the heaviest band on earth, we would be creating art together. I would be drenched in sound as I drenched my canvas in paint. In fact, I got my start as a live painter by painting 30 minute paintings on stage with a band. They weren’t the heaviest band on earth, but I made the best of my situation and dreamed about someday reaching that particular goal.
Really, the things I haven’t done and the places I’ve never really been are what inspire my art. In another dimension I’m also an oceanographer, a ladies man, and a paranormal investigator. I can choose to show people in my art the places I have really been and what I really am (and I certainly do on occasion) but I find it much more fun to use what I create as a platform to dream and wonder, and take anyone who sees it on that same trip. The only thing that ever takes us forward is the future unknown, and what we do now to make it the best it can possibly be.
