Some albums are played a few times, then forgotten; others are meant to travel with you throughout your life, celebrating your triumphs and consoling you in dark times. Their music becomes intertwined with memory, keeping moments alive long after the moments themselves have passed.
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After a long month spent renovating this site and consolidating an image I have been refining for the past four years, I am at last happy to say I am ready to return to my drawing table. It may not be obvious to most people, but a website plays an important role in an artist’s life. I think of my site as my online home; I want it to be inviting and represent me.
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Forty years ago, I was standing in the small bedroom I occupied in my parents’ home in Fresno, packing my things and getting ready to move to San Francisco to start classes at the Academy of Art College.
Forty years ago, I stood on the edge of the most significant chapter of my young life—preparing to move to Los Angeles to attend Otis Art Institute of Parsons School of Design. I was nineteen—naïve, brimming with piss and vinegar—and hell-bent on getting into Parsons’ exchange program so I could study at the American College in Paris.
I had no idea I was stepping onto a forty-year path when I bought my copy of the illustration monograph The Studio at sixteen. That oversized tome felt like a sign on the road. While I admired all four of the artists featured, it was Barry Windsor-Smith’s Pre-Raphaelite-inspired work that caught my eye.
In 2015, I found myself at a crossroads. I was frustrated with the direction of my work — or, more accurately, the lack of one. What I was producing fell far below the standard I hold myself to. Worse, it said nothing about me. Something had to change.
In the summer of 2022, I experienced a fundamental change. Reading The Radical Vision of Edward Burne-Jones finally gave me the clarity and purpose I had been searching for.