Recontruction is happening, here is whats up.

Can't believe I'm turning 50 this year - yep that BIG one. So with either a renewed awareness of time or "fuck it" here goes nothing, here I come.

The naked coming out party was in 1972, in Ontario.

Currently enjoying the warmth and hospitality of Peterborough, and Kawartha regions. 

Loved art from a young age, and the family had a knack for it from my mother and uncle were gifted with pencils, pencil colors, and watercolors. However, 70's 80's '90s are in an age when you are/have to be practical and get a real job. Art is a hobby.  Fuck it - No Longer. 

Starting an art career this late has not been easy, it's still ongoing. The emotional roller coaster and expansion of what I consider art is exploding into realms I hated at first. Stuck between words like "old fashioned" and "traditional" to digital, AI. Same continuous struggle between the validation of art society and the tools we use to acquire that validation. 

Idyllic days of being a purist - ONLY 'THIS' is art... well youth is cute isn't it.

Don't get me starting chatting about my journey to media attention, to dopamine releases of followers, to the pitfalls of Hackers and account killers. 

To reconstruct me and apt into a studio, art producing machine and the downward blow out of hospital covid frontline worker burnout. Now on the uphill battle to recovery.  You get to see the results of therapy, ongoing, mind-busting, keep'n me out of jail therapy.  I'm not apologizing for this is mine.

More to come.