Once, when I was just old enough to be trusted with craft scissors, my mother left me to cut construction paper and after answering the phone, she turned around to find me cutting off my own shirt.

Since my early moments as an artist, I have had the distinct pleasure of leaving my mark on every blank space I come into contact with. The best job I ever had was teaching art lessons at Art 101 in Livonia, MI where I began my love affair with Prismacolor markers, colored pencils, pastels, acrylic paint, ink, and more. While I was chicken shit and did not go do art school, I’ve lately turned to linoleum printmaking as an avenue to express my creativity.