My mom, a painter, encouraged my creativity at a young age. While her initial motive might have been to keep her youngest of five kids out of trouble, something extra developed: I began to look at things differently. I have worked in different mediums --photography, film making, writing, and painting--and years ago I decided to focus my creativity toward painting, embracing the joy I feel when I work with my hands. I started to paint outdoors on the sidewalks using the lines to create landscape paintings. It was not long before I fell in love with manhole covers and I have been painting them for the last fifteen years. At some point I realized I was just taking what I loved from other mediums I had explored--my love of composition, color, story-telling and most of all my love for people--and integrated them into one. Thus as I transform these historical shapes I am able to exercise the black and white style of Photography that I have been doing since age ten; the colors and lines I enjoyed while studying Art History in Europe; and the narrative structure I learned at NYC Film School. Mix that all in a bowl with an eventful life and you have me on my knees in the streets of New York City, painting and sharing stories with all kinds of people.
Sometimes I'm out there painting and I will hear a voice of a passerby saying "Wow! I've been walking over manhole covers for years and never looked at them that way.". Then, I think, maybe what I do will help people realize there are always different ways to look at something. I guess if I do that, I've done my job as an Artist.