Visual Art – Nashville
My earliest memories of my childhood consisted of dinosaur coloring books, Star Wars action figures, and all day hiking trips. I remember the first time I saw my dad\'s Tesla Coil fire up and light a tube bulb in mid air and spending the day in the kitchen with my mom making playdough you could eat... although I remember how it tasted and I recommend against it. There were physics lectures and artist\'s collections alike in our library. I stayed up discussing theories of the universe and debating over the expansion theory. I held my mom\'s hand as we walked around outside picking up locus skins and hanging them on each other. I also provided a tiny arm for the hard to reach bolts on an engine and I learned every tool in my dad\'s toolbox so I could hand them to his outstretched greasy hands.
I learned to be scientific and observant and to have an opinion on everything. I learned to be strong willed but to bend with the wind so I don\'t break.
These are the things that make who I am. They directly affect my art and my methodology. I love the aesthetic of a cohesive collage and how even minimal imagery can provide for an epic story. I don\'t believe an artist\'s body of work should look exactly the same and I don\'t believe an artist should ever stop revising their goals.