It’s what I do…

My portfolio is full of many different types of art.

This has made my Art unique and original, it has given me the opportunity to learn, experiment and create day in day out.

My mind travels in so many different ways it is at time exhausting, yet comforting.

Doing what I do, on the surface, seems like a gift. Most of the time it is. Other days, it feels like a curse.

Let me take you into a typical day for me.

Between 2 and 4 a.m., I’m up and in the studio. No, I don’t set an alarm. My head wakes me up screaming, get up! It could be a deadline from a client, or a painting slamming against the inside walls of my head. Who knows? There are so many things that seem to bang at my forehead in the morning.

Coffee is always my morning comfort. I usually take just a little coffee with my cream. Yeah, I always thought I loved coffee—I think it’s the creamer I love. It’s quiet, dark, and my phone is off. The radio is usually on something easy on the brain.

Before the earth and sun wake up, I try to take time for my fine art, even if it’s just an hour. I work on the computer for a bit before turning on the compressor to airbrush.

Breakfast is hit or miss, depending on how in the zone I am.

Next comes airbrushing a motorcycle part. Then tattooing mid-morning, before the heat sucks all the fluid out of you. My A/C sucks.

In the afternoon, it’s more airbrush work. Lunch is also hit or miss. Some days I’ll head to a location to do mural work.

By mid-afternoon, I’ll do whatever manual labor is needed—sanding, bodywork, taking parts apart, or building something to paint.

Later in the afternoon, I work on the 1971 VW Bug I’m restoring for my wife.

I eat dinner, then hit the computer again—research, website stuff—or the sketchbook comes out. The next thing I know, I’m sleeping with whatever I’m working on in my lap. Then the day starts all over.

There are days when I take the motorcycle out and just ride.