I am a painter. I am a photographer. I am a scientist by schooling and by trade, that is to say, it pays the bills. I am not an artist and I am not a writer, but I feel compelled to write, mostly to put into words what I cannot put into images, just as what I put into images expresses what I cannot put into words. At the end of the day, at best, I am a creator of things. I explain my paintings as such: I believe there exists a very large and very dark void in the visual landscape, including the landscape of the visual arts. My objective is to fill that void, to create images soaked with the elements necessary to conjure within me that certain and rare emotion associated with visual satisfaction - optic bliss. Working in oils and pastels, my paintings and drawings utilize Old Master techniques and an obsessive attention to detail to bring life to vivid, fierce, and at times complicated and grotesque visions of abstract landscapes and humanoid figures. With influences from Cubism, Surrealism, and the world of graffiti, this unique form of Abstract Representationalism not only allows me to create a flawless reality, but also to dissect the one I live in. I am a constant observer of the world, both natural and synthetic, that surrounds me, and I use this wealth of acquired information to create a false reality, at times a many layered reality, with my memory serving as the only aid. These pictures are visionary in every sense of the word. I explain my photography as such: My photographs, in general, are cathartic, visual representations of the obsessions, frustrations, and anger I live with each day. These intense feelings stem from, and are a means to cope with a failure to reconcile the conflict that exists between my internal impulses, the connection I feel to the beauty, both simple and complex, that surrounds me, and the hatred I feel for the societal forces that trigger this dissonance. Simply, the images are an expression of my inability to relate to a society that I am reluctant to be a part of, enabling me to transcend language and put on display the emotions, convictions, and struggles that I endure in a way verbal or written discourse could never approach. My suffering is portrayed at its most raw and base level, to be seen by all, including its creator. This of course is all bullshit, conjured nonsense that is required to "explain" something that has no explanation other than the simple fact that it has to exist because I want it to exist and because I am capable of making it exist. Writing is the natural complement and modifier to the paintings and the photographs, another avenue for me to express what I have inside of me and what I cannot express to people via direct communication. I do it because I can, because I feel the need to, because it helps me to converse with myself and with those that I share it with.    

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