OCD Artworks

My father was a hard working truck driver and instilled in me from my youth that college was not as important as working hard. I worked hard from the time I was fourteen years old and it wasn’t until my late thirties that I realized I had very little to show for it except failed relationships. Most of my fellow high school graduates who had gone on to college had successful careers. I went back to school and became a Registered Nurse. I found myself drawn to work in hospice. My intuition and empathy served me well in all of my work. Although my work was very meaningful to me, I needed an outlet to express my creativity.

From a very young age I had an interest in art. I admired people who could draw, and I loved to watch them as they created images from thin air. Since I couldn’t draw anything recognizable, I felt like I could never be an artist. I was skilled at writing however, and poetry just came to me as if some ethereal being were whispering in my ear. Music was another outlet for me. I have always been passionate about music and enjoy a wide range of genres from classical to rap. I feel every note as it floods my senses. As music pulses into my ears, I feel its vibrations resonating in my heart and filling some unconscious primal need in the depths of my soul.

After self-publishing a book of poetry and not knowing how to market it, I struggled with depression. To lift my spirits, I purchased some bright neon paints and some art boards and began painting. I delighted myself with the bright colors and textures. Since I felt my art was elementary I only shared it with my family and friends. I painted for a few months and then let life get in the way of my pleasures. Several years passed and inexplicably a burning passion for painting began to burn within me. Soon after, the Universe brought to me a wonderful girlfriend who was an artist and encouraged me to express myself through painting.

When creating a work of art, I like to read a few verses of Rumi and find one that resonates with me. As I work, I listen to music that fits my mood and find myself transported through a portal in my mind that permits me to become both the artist and the art.

So here I am exploding into the art world as if I had at long last answered the subtle whispers of my calling. I hope you enjoy my unleashing! …and just maybe it will awaken something within you and generate your own unleashing.