Born on Christmas eve in Iowa in 1975, four generations removed from the Amish on my father’s side, with a healthy dose of Yankee know-how on my mother’s side, and raised in the South, I have an outsider’s perspective on just about everything. I knew I was an artist from the start, but I didn’t pick up painting until I was a fine arts student at Ringling College of Art and Design in Sarasota.
Prior to art school, I lived with my nose in a sketchbook, and I used the strength of my drawings to land an apprenticeship at Lou’s Tattoos in St. Petersburg in 1998. I followed tattooing up to Atlanta, where I found myself a medium to smallish fish in a sea full of sharks. It was at this point that I decided I better learn a thing or two about art making if I wanted to compete, and ended up back in the Sunshine State once again. School wasn’t a good fit for me, but I stuck it out for four years, and never missed a studio class, although I fell short of a diploma.
During my art school days, in 2002, my grandfather passed away, and I inherited 1/3 of his woodworking studio, and now I really have a foot in two worlds, wood craft, and studio painter. When I’m not painting at the easel, I’m in the woodworking studio with my father. When I’m not building custom stretcher bars, milling picture frames, or matting and framing art for friends and family, I can be found renovating a kitchen, or a bathroom, or a living room. Truly a jack-of-all-trades, I’m an American craftsman, versatile, and always interested in the pursuit of the hand-made art object.