I am an artist and by stating that I am admitting to knowing that I am strange. Most of my family like to describe me as a bit on the standoffish side but the truth is I am strange! In most settings I feel removed and at a distance. My mind works in an artict way and I often come off sounding a bit full of myself. I am opinionated and can be the loundest mouth in the room if I feel very passionate about something.
At the moment, actually for five years now I have been working on a series of paintings I call My Angels. They are not your typical, chubby angels. Instead they are tattooed sinnful and closer than human than they would like to admit if they were real. When it comes to my angels I have a very very overactive imagination. So people view that as something odd but I am proud of it.
I feel it makes me, well ME.
Something totally normal, about 15 months ago a very beautiful, very handsome baby boy was born into this world and has become a very large part of my life. Infact he is my everything. No he isn't my son, he is my nephew. I do raise him and parent him and mother him but he is my sisters son. I didn't expect his arrival to change me as it has but good lord, I was a socializer before he was here. Bar almost everynight and oh, god how I loved the drink but for the past 15 months, I have been totally emersed in him and that has been my HIGH in life.
I wish everyone was close to a child and knew the kind of happiness they can bring.




I also have another passion, my dog. His name is Davinci after Leonardo of course. DaVinci "Vinnie" for short is a little bastard most of the time. He gets into everything and can't seem to get enough attention.