The path which lead me to work as a painter was not intentional. While I had always loved to sketch, I did not pursue art as a discipline in my studies. While majoring in German at Susquehanna University back in 2005, I had been taking Art History classes to fill out my course load. Eventually after moving through the Impressionism/Expressionism movements I can remember wondering if I would be capable of manipulating oil colors with enough precision to create something equally beautiful as some of the artists I had studied. It turns out after my first attempts, I was not. However, the enjoyment I felt was overwhelming, and I was sold. Since then no matter where my life has taken me, painting remains a daily practice.
Interpreting inspiration and decoding intent are irrelevant when viewing my work. I paint because I love to paint. Whatever comes out is secondary. In the end, I hope that my work reflects my own enjoyment in producing it. Everyone could use a little more beauty in their life, and if one of my paintings can contribute in some way, then I will feel accomplished.