I hate calling the paintings and drawings that I make “Art”. The word itself has been sullied by those dirty
mouthed, pretentious asses that frequent the small trendy galleries that line grimey streets in metro area
“Art Districts”. Unfortunately, I still feel odd and somewhat self-conscious about showing my pieces to you;
total stranger, to be judged and compared to what you have seen in the past and in many cases what you create
and maybe even comfortably slip the “Art” moniker on to.
I don’t make “Art” and I have nothing creative to say about that. I only paint and draw and scribble, but for
lack of any better collective term; come look at my art.