I paint because it keeps me out of trouble. It gives me a hole to dig that I can scrape a living from while I learn from the world around me. Some people can dig a good hole, others are useless with a shovel. Work is work. The point though is much deeper and more meaningful. I started painting to decorate spaces I occupied, and share favoritisms of others I loved.  As I learned to see, and the world developed, it became much clearer what it was all about. 

I mostly paint what I call plastic on breadboard. Artistic expression  has become a dehumanized and senseless void of the psychophysical blood, bones and various bodily fluids of a bipedal organism we call human, so far removed from it's nature and marketed accordingly. Natural expression of the true-self still pervades and shines through. We do still see it in our art.