As a person who searches for insight through solitude, I have always found it somewhat difficult to describe any meaningful “about me” when the need arises. I will first state, I am not completely comfortable explaining anything about myself. It is that deep introverted part of me that really just wants to be left alone when faced with such explanations.
Beyond the typical cold facts that fill most “About” pages I have always felt a need to describe why more than what. Accomplishments, notoriety, publicity, have never been reasons for producing art. Or for living a creative life for that matter. The more distracting outside influence that creeps into my thought process the less I grow and improve as a person.
I have always been one that would rather have their actions speak much more than simple words. I guess it’s a pet peeve of mine, that being, blowing one’s own horn for all the world to hear. Does it really matter (and I’m serious about this) if I grew up with a camera in my hands or have a Masters’s in the Fine Arts? Or better yet was raised by a pack of wolves on the arctic tundra and became one with nature. Or if I dropped out of school in the 6th grade to work and help put food on my family’s table. Does any of that matter to you more than 30 seconds after you have read it? Does it make my work more appealing? My hope is it would not.
Even though solitude has always been an important aspect of my life, helping others has always been a source of great personal satisfaction. It is my hope that some may find a glimpse of help within my work. A small place where the beauty and peaceful aspects of nature provide comfort, relaxation, and imbue a sense of well-being.