On the sacred festival of Halloween a child born of two worlds was brought forth; a child born still and without breath. Though his was a life first taken before it was given, there was a far greater purpose and destiny for this child, one that would echo throughout his life and the legacy he would surely leave behind.

In the surge of mystic energies, when wise and ancient spirits moved over the face of the land, to haunt or inspire the lives of man, they came upon this child, and with their power sought to fill him with all their creative energies and essences, so that the greater works that still longed to be brought into the world would become manifested.

Though the works are necessary to define the artist outwardly, I believe it is the constant eruption of vivid imagery within, which truly defines me as an artist; that spontaneous, almost incessant creativity; the dance of visualizations pulled from the edge of perception by complex synaptic patterns, redefined as a spiritual awareness of the natural flow and form of aesthetic creation.