Grew up in Allentown. 6th & Greenleaf, 8th & Greenleaf, 7th & Tilghman. Love the city. Cousin Brian lived on Front street. We would walk the city day and night, in search of basketball court cash games to gamble lunch money. My dude was 7feet tall in the 5th grade just lob him the rock and win. Lot of times the other players would take it out on me, the little loud-mouth cousin, i deserved it. Fighting, stolen balls or sneakers, running miles hopping fences to get away; hiding inside abandoned warehouses and Jack's Pizza. The cardio was awesome! It was a good childhood, made us strong. Oh yea I drew a lot too. 

I studied classical painting and other techniques at the Baum School of Arts in Allentown and further education through college. No degree was earned! Instead i aquired substance abuse and forgot everything. Long nights turned to vandalizing walls and spray bombing private property with anti-establisment gestures. Many of us call that graffiti, if its good. 

Started working for my best friends mother Polly Wood. Her studio was literally a castle! An established artist, which by modern definitions means she was wealthy and connected before she lifted a brush. Id build frames, stretch canvas, mix colors and when it got real exciting, walk her dogs or a run to Wegmans for one of those weird little 20$ salads with the grapes and nuts and cheese i cant pronounce. Polly was a great artist, with an unquenchable talent for telling me i did everything wrong. She was correct. RIP Pauline.

The free-ranged open-air prison of modern america capitalism, full of grifters and greed, disillusioned me. I faught hard to retain my childhood. None of this economic shit mattered to me. By the time I had my own studio and enough scratch for supplies I was way beyond peter pan. At last painting lets me free myself from everyone and everything mandated. I can do whatever I want. Bangarang. 

I have a fascination for big buildings and cities. Massive concrete jungles filled with millions of lives. All tryna escape something. Loved to get lost in 3 story Hess department stores and hotels, as much as mom prolly hated that. Sorry mom im kinda dumb, I love you. For me, they represent wonder and adventure, fuedalism and competition. Pillars of power, socioeconomic and spiritual destruction.  

My paintings balance the ugly and the pretty, the good with the bad. It all belongs. If a color bumps an arm or kicks back at a foot i throw it on, see what sticks, what i feel see or hear. If it aint right I paint over or light fire to the whole piece. If you see it today its a masterpiece to me and I love it with all my heart. Every sloppy blob or line is composed entirely of me. It is my time and my life presented before me. Creating more than i am consuming. There will be nothing left of me one day, hopefully some paintings survive.