Paintings
Art’s always been my outlet—but I never stuck to one style. Maybe it’s ‘cause my interests are all over the place or I just never liked being boxed in. I remember Seen once looked at my work and said, “Man, you’re all over the place.” He wasn’t wrong.
Painting became therapy, the same way riding a motorcycle or jamming on a guitar helped me clear my head. But in 2016, when I lost my wife after 30 years together, everything just stopped. I couldn’t paint. I was a mess. I’ve been slowly putting the pieces back together since then, hoping one day I’ll pick up the brush again with fresh eyes.
Until then, I’m sharing a collection of work that reflects that journey—raw, inconsistent maybe, but real. Every piece tells a part of the story.
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