I always wish I knew or could remember the characters and stories that belong with each sculpture I come across and photograph. I know that a lot of them have information at their base… Perhaps it’s this public art that really makes a person feel like their walking with history.
As an artist, nay, as a human my quest is to always increase my skill and ability to express what it is that I’m feeling or want to show as feeling on whatever presents itself as a canvas. In this series, this expression of emotions is coming out through facial
Re-visiting these photographs, I can remember one night as I walked the streets strolling down a lane with no cars allowed, and the restaurants all had their tables out in the lanes. As a walker, you had to weave your way in and out of tables and people eating, so
During my time in Athens, Greece (September, 2012) I was continually astounded by the immensity of the graffiti scene. So much so, the second day I was there I dedicated to walking around and finding as much graffiti as I possibly could. It’s not that it was particularly fancy graffiti,
When I was traveling through Europe I was working on a lot of sketches, mostly due to the fact that carrying three small sketch books was a lot easier than buying/selling canvases at every destination I went to. I also sketch a lot. I was feeling/still am feeling they’re very
