For three decades I’ve been working to complete a body of art that focuses on the underbelly of personal emotional dialog, primarily addressing questions regarding my own physical abilities (or lack there of) and intellectual shortcomings. Coupled with an intense interest in the extremes to which people go to toward achieving satisfaction, be it physical, spiritual, emotional, or sexual. Like the Austrian and German Expressionists before me, I’ve attempted to open doors to a world that may be uncomfortable for some to step into. A glaring reality that uses humor to convey scenarios, which the viewer is attracted to, though generally left with a sense of shamed arousal. 

That's the fancy pants art-speak version.

​The short version is I make stuff because I think making stuff is pretty kick ass. Second to that, I don't really know any other way.