I had a bitchin' Atari jacket when I was a kid that I often wore while riding my dirt bike. One day, I got lost on my way home from some stripper cuts back in hick town Ohio, and my monstrous fifty ran outta fuel, so I had to leave it in this random field. I pushed it for a while, but for a seven year old, that little fucker was heavy. Anyways, I’m all cryin and shit because I loved my mini bike, and I was lost  as well…  but   eventually I found a house and they called my folks, then we went  out on four wheelers with some extra petrol and rescued my little Honda. Long story short, it was a shitty day and I got grounded to top it off because I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere near as far away as the stripper cuts I was riding at -- that said, exploration is never overrated ...

I tend to view art as holistic and inseparable from life -- inspired to gain a better sense of awareness I’ve found painting provides, at  least,  a fictional forum for the practice of comprehension ...

Forever curious,

- Eric Wixon
www.ericwixon.com