Art is something we do, a verb. It’s an expression of our thoughts, emotions, intuitions, and desires, but it’s even more personal than that to me: it’s about sharing the way we experience the world, which for many is an extension of personality. It’s the communication of intimate concepts that cannot be faithfully portrayed by words alone. And because words alone are not enough, we must find some other vehicle to carry our intent. But the content that we instill on or in our chosen media is not in itself the art. Art is to be found in how the media is used, the way in which the content is expressed. The conceptual themes I create are successful in portraying my most profound intended emotions, the desired concepts, whether they be pretty and bright, or dark and sinister. And for all these reasons and so much more, I’ve let my art do the speaking for me. I’ve created a fake world because I didn’t like what I was seeing. These pieces of my gallery are left with hidden messages within my work for someone to decode one day. And it’s my intended wish to continue to create until I pass.