I drew my hands when I was first learning how to draw as a freshman in college. I was proud of myself because I drew my right hand with my left hand (even though I'm right handed). One of the main themes of drawing class was that you learn to draw by learning how to see.

This is a self protrait I did in ink my Junior Year. I was getting comftorable in the medium, I was getting better at drawing and painting, and I was able to achieve the likeness of the face, which is a tough challenge with every portrait.

This is an acrylic painting I did of Oakland, CA, during the pandemic. The painting for me was about the battle between natural, unconscious brush strokes, that you might see in the background and far trees, versus the processed, over conceptualized strokes of the nearer bushes and leaves. Finding a balance was the only way to make it work. For me, the painting is about unconscious vs conscious. Background vs foreground. Nature vs society. Simplicity vs detail. The buildings represent people in my life, like my mother, father, brother, sister, and friends.

This was a painting from college. I liked painting groups of people. I also liked making art about my friends. This was a group of us who shared an apartment building. Now this painting sits on the wall of one of it's subjects.

This figure, whom you may recognize in the painting above, would seem to be a reoccuring character in my works from college. Who is he? What is he thinking about?

This was an animation I made a few years ago in between jobs. I like to mix music and art, especially the MIDI patterns, which in this piece are the falling blocks and oil.

This was an ink painting of a model in painting class. There's not much to say about it other than I enjoyed drawing and painting figures from life. This was when I was hitting my stride in painting.

This was a drawing of a friend, I made when I was a freshman. What was unique about this was that I was able to capture her likeness, which was a breakthrough.

This was when I learned how to sketch quickly at the end of my freshmen year. It was a 5 or 15 minute drawing, I can’t remember now, but the class applauded once I finished because it was a breakthrough for me. One of the themes of this class was letting go of trying to be perfect, which is a common obsticle in drawing from life.

This is a drawing of a model in painting class Freashmen year. I really like drawing figures. You can see how intentional each tiny stroke is, realitive to the quick sketch above. You might say I was being indecisive and lacked freedom. I do like this drawing though.