It was something to do; a pacifier for boredom. A working vacation from the known to understand better what I was coming to know: self discovery, identity, placement in the world; it's a familiar routine.

For me, painting provided a means to explore ideas percolating in my head. It's not a unique approach. We can see the evidence of creators' endeavors recorded in bodies of work throughout history: paintings on the walls of caves, stylistic renderings in figurines, tiled floors in villas, the fate of warriors, rural scenes of sunflowers, a scream, adorned tombs and magnificent walls and glimpses of the dream worlds. Visual and tactile experiences have been created to record and share what we find beautiful and compelling. Perhaps the act is a hopeful prayer to manifest the subject of the work. Maybe it is a reckoning with the past for a resplendent future. Always though, it is a record. A chronicling of a people or an individual, or all of humankind. A visual narrative exists when a line of inquiry is recorded in the artifacts created through a series of moments. And as with any narrative, we may read it to experience a unique perspective.

This is my invitation to you to read my visual narrative from my little corner of life…backwards if need be…like, read it backwards as that will be forward. The artwork on this site is presented in reverse chronological order by page, though in forward chronological order on each page. So go to the end to read it backwards in the right order. It’s funny how right that feels.