Lock him up. The dead guy did it. Lock him up.
Lock him up.
July 14, 2013
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Since the age of eleven, I've known that I would be making images of some sort on two dimensional surfaces. In the late 1960s and the 1970s I had several one person shows and participated in a number of group shows. I did not show again for over two decades except for periodic pieces in Mariposa Gallery theme shows, a piece in the first Magnifico Celebration invitational, and a piece installed in the Roundhouse as part of the Capital Arts Collection.
The way imagination operates in me is to just show up. I am present at a canvas or a piece of paper and make what I make. It is unexpected, unpredicted, and unbrandable. I have always been like this, devoted to what turns up. It is the ultimate creative freedom. If I go against this, I render myself banal.
My work is not who I am, but what I do with who I am.
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