Seven years ago my entire life was catapulted from its' usual path by a severe back injury which left me totally disabled, unable to work. My sister remembered I had always loved to paint, and deeply concerned for my well-being, started sending me student-grade art supplies and subscriptions to various artists' journals to occupy me. It worked. Art saved my life, provided me a desperately needed focus that took me outside myself, made me see my world from a different perspective. What started out as pain-relief blossomed into first a passion and now a way of life; a new career. Art returned to me the desire to live and thrive and create, equipped me with the tools necessary to survive. As you look at my work you are seeing my physical pain, only transmogrified into another form, just as ice assumes another form as it melts into water. Art is my vehicle for discharging the negativity of suffering; I believe it can do that for not only the artist, but the viewer as well. My style tends toward Post-Impressionist with a strong Fauvist influence, and I am quite fond of the occasional Abstract Expressionism.