In a small, impoverished, southwest Texas border town I was born. A stagnant environment indeed, yet for a solitary contemplative little child that vast and open arid landscape served as an incubator for quixotic dreams.
Nineteen years elapsed in reclusive roaming and silent observation. Then one pivotal day, while in pursuit of a higher education, without any foreseen proclivity towards it, I signed up for my first art class.
And so it came to be that I stumbled upon art. Remembering that day, I recall the moment that I walked into that space, looked around, and felt an instant familiarity. Everything about it alerted me to the same sensations of infinite mystery that I had experienced in the realm of meditative roaming. And, as my most influential professor put it, I “took to painting as a duck takes to water.”
So today I persist full-heartedly - submerging myself in the endless task of diving deep into the mystery of existence in order to revamp, regenerate, and reinvent my creative message with the hope to contribute in my own peculiar way.