Just below the thinly woven threads of common existence lurks the bizarre, magical, and unexplained. It is the awkward dance of beauty and grotesque, deception and authenticity, pleasure and pain, that I stalk with ink and pixels. Sometimes I tell a story. Sometimes a story tells me.
I’ve been creating since I was old enough to hold a pencil. Comic books, fashion magazines, and CD art littered my floor and desk and a teen. At 16 I discovered photography, using a Pentax film camera to capture still life and abstracts. I went to school for theology, became a licensed minister, and crisscrossed the pursuit of spiritual meaning with an addiction to Photoshop and digital art. I’ve been self employed for a long time now, doing graphic design, photography, and random acts of chaos.
Along the way I realized artists often suck at real life. I, being an artist, happened to fall into that category. My inability to manage administrative tasks and deal with real world crap began to stifle my passion to create and to add value to those around me. I determined to overcome my inadequacies, doubled down on productivity and life skills, and saw a real change in my results. It wasn’t until years later that I realized how bad people are at doing what they care about, and decided to share what I had learned on my journey. These days I host workshops, speak publicly, and mentor on the topic of personal productivity and life management. I’m scared like hell I will end up in the self-help section at the bookstore one day and see my own face next to a godawful book about happiness.
Life is a collective mess-making experience, and I love to share and collaborate with others who, like myself, value doing stuff that matters. Some of what you see here may inspire you, some may offend you. At the end of the day, my goal is to challenge the accepted norm, and push you toward genesis. Go create and share.
According to statistics, this is how long I have left to live