When life left me bereft of an identity, I turned to a skill that I had always overlooked as a last resort. If every failure I've lived through had led me to this decision, then the universe had indeed conspired in my favour. Art, now, is my everyday. I wake up looking forward to create.
All my life I have been haunted by visuals -- strange fascinating worlds, faces and creatures. I had never paid them much heed but now art has made me take notice of them, study them at closer quarters than I had before, and bring them to life.
Art to me is cathartic. I find in it a conduit of expression that is all encompassing. Women and animals often people my work as I am inspired by the empathy I feel towards them. Inspiration as such comes from everything around me, from subtlety to the blatantly in your face obvious, from beauty and the beastly. Your art strangely reflects as to who you are or what you are to become. I am beginning to believe in the artist in me and that belief has me curious and excited about the future. Art is creation and playing creator, enlightening and empowering.