I am an unorthodox hedonist originally raised by wolves.   I later became a professional watercolor artist, metal-smith, and part-time musician.  I seem like I’m about 28 ½  - teetering precariously on the cusp of a dawning awareness – though I’m actually 48 (I’m currently reading at a 49 year old level, though). I was born and raised in Beaumont - on the Gulf Coast of Texas - and started drawing at an early age.  My first painting in 1997 was no surprise, I had “discovered” my gift. Dissatisfied and fed up with the status quo, I quit my job as a chef and went off in the pursuit of happiness.  Living the life of an artist has had its ups and downs, but for the most part, if a piano falls on my head tomorrow, I’ve been doing things on my terms and I’m satisfied with that.  I’ve learned that it’s important to live life right now, because tomorrow never comes. My influences include the sublime, tortured soul of Brother Vincent, John Singer Sargent, Gustav Klimt, Claude Monet, Edgar Degas, and Robert Henri.  I do not, nor would I ever compare my work to these genius masters . . .  I do my own thing. I list them because their work pushes all of my hot buttons. In my spare time I enjoy running with scissors.