My art is a culmination of experiences as well as a big part of who I am.
My story: When I was 8, my grandmother stuck a chicken feather in my hair and giggled. This was my introduction into the Tarascan tribe. We worked her garden and fed chickens, not speaking a word. She spoke no English. I spoke no Spanish. It didn't seem to matter. Later, I would learn I also was part Cherokee.
Grandma is gone. I never saw her but the several times we traveled to her part of Texas. A second grade teacher would give lessons that held me and her class captivated hearing about the Hopi, Navajo and Pueblo Indian cultures. She read to us stories from the folklore. We made rattles, pots, baskets and implements for hunting. These days, I wonder if she grew up in Northern Arizona learning and living in this magnificent place called the Southwest. Of course, we grew corn and other vegetables in the courtyard.
The stories faded from memory. I search for my past, looking for more of who I am.
Teachers discovered my talent for drawing. I knew early on I was meant to paint. My experiences, including jobs in New Mexico, would keep bringing me back to this enchanting land.
Today, I live with my wife and son in Longmont, Colorado, where my dreams and memories come together in stories I write and the art I paint. Watercolors and acrylics are preferred. Enjoy!