I am an artist who likes to talk about, look at, make, exhibit, and sell paintings, drawings, and sculptures. When talking about and looking at art, the objects include works made by all sorts of people at different times and places: I am an art fan after all. The majority of the talking and looking, however, I direct at my own work: I am an artist after all. The making, exhibiting, and selling portions of this career, as it happens, wax and wane. Because I like my work to participate in the art world conversation, and because my sense of well-being is in part contingent upon this, it is my goal to keep these most quantifiable aspects of the art career moving and growing.
I live in a quiet, working-class suburb of Las Vegas with my wife, daughter, son, and no pets. I throw whatever I can at my neighbors’ cats, with whom I could otherwise co-exist peacefully, maybe occasionally patting their heads, if they didn’t use our backyard as a landscaped litter box. I take care of my kids, particularly when my wife is at her job in a central Vegas ER, where she endures minute-by-minute assaults on what’s left of her goodwill towards humanity. I try to eat less sugar and drink more liquor. I jog, read, listen to music and audiobooks, and play with my little kids.