Well, for those who have seen my work here you will notice that this painting is completely different from what I used to do. I had a hard time understanding my reasons for painting and that is why I stopped for quite some time. I just didn't feel like I was doing it for myself. Its almost like I was painting in a safe way, making sure I pleased the most viewers possible...and that is a bunch of bullshit! I remember when I was younger I used to paint and draw in my own way but most of the feedback I would get was like "that creeps me out" or "what the hell is wrong with you".

You know, maybe there's something wrong with me and truthfully everybody has a side that is not as shinny as the rest but at least its honest.

Following my dad's advice on this manner, he stressed that sometimes in life you have to be willing to bother people with what you do and not always hope for a positive and pleasing reaction. This one is for my dad, who knows me better than anybody and knows real from bullshit.

I think I'm on a new page and it seems I'll have a lot to say.
If you got this far reading... thank you

It's very liberating when you paint for yourself... also scary as hell what you might find inside, how vulnerable you become.

Mixed media: acrylic, pastels, newspaper clippings and some happy accidents with solvents
24" x 48" on canvas