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As young as I could remember I have been creating things with a keen and creative eye. My parents saw this in my childhood as well. Born in Cheyenne, Wyoming August 1st, 1980, I was highly active and never sat still. Not to say I didn't pay attention to things....on the contrary in fact. I payed high attention to things as I grew up. My most fond memories of this time? Taking a trip to Criag, Colorado ever summer to visit my Grandparents. It was always a blast to see them in their cool house sitting upon a cliff overlooking the town below. What was so insightful to me that helped anchor my abilities to be self-sufficient in the terms of form and creation was the events that took place every summer there. The earlier times of visiting, my Grandfather would show me how to construct model cars and trucks. With that knowledge, I started drawing vehicle forms and functions on paper. The next summer it was tinkering with his Jeeps and other machines as he showed me how they worked. Other summers my Grandmother who had a large room for ceramic making as well as two large kilns, taught me how to create cool shapes with clay, as well as pinch pots, animal creatures, and even my chance at the potter's wheel.  Including, when I was a little older, my Grandfather was showing how to shoot hand guns and rifle's! Wow, that was something I hadn't expected. The summer after that, I was helped along in the ways of rocket building. That was one of the more challenging projects I have done there. Including a self built rocket platform and using a car starter as an ignitor. Also, in Grandfather's wood shop, I would create my own nifty creations out of scrap lumber and blocks of wood. Anything from scolling out my full name on the band saw, to routering a complete working maze on a sheet of plywood. As time went on, every summer had brought new experiences to my ongoing creative personality. As I expected to learn and refine my own personal self in my younger life,  I found the creative images in my head had to get out in any way possible. With these similar grow and output theories circling my way of creating, it promoted a certain duality in my existance and I kept that going every day.

                                                                                                                                       

On through middle school and high school the classes that were most entertaining to me were the video production classes, wood shop, art class, ceramics class, social studies, and even english. Classes like wood shop were interesting because yes, I kind of got an early start. Other students were constructing speaker boxs for there cars while I was constructing a full sized oak aquarium stand with oak trim and oak panels. For ceramics one day, everyone had to make a pinch pot. Most students stopped at five or so inches tall. For me? Yes, I got my pinch pot up to 30 inches. On top of that, I spent another 2 weeks of class etching Egyptian figures, palm leaves, and Hieroglyphics into the vase. What an over-achiever I was to make the art teachers proud. I won't even get into how I faired in art and drawing classes. Let's just say my relentless attention to detail got my falling behind because hours spent doubled or tripled what was expected. As you can tell I hoped to find something creative to do once I got to college. So, when I started at the University of Kansas years later, that's what I did, got creative.

                                 

Now, speaking for the art that you see today, well that first started when I took a visit to my Grandmother's home in Phoenix many years after I did for the summer visits in Colorado. Hanging on her wall I remember seeing a small skinny board painted green with small antique looking tacks. I mean these looked old, "aren't made like that anymore" kind. But still intriguing. Turns out a distant relative had made it, along with many paintings in her time. So after heading back to Kansas, I thought I might try my own hand at this "tack" art. Except of course, no tacks to find. So I went to what my wood making and five years of home building construction had taught me. The mighty "nail". During this day in the year 2000, I gathered a bundle of different nail types and lengths. Took two pine boards, glued them together because I knew I needed the strength or the board would split. Painted the board black, began drawing small patterns and shapes on the board. Then, using all these nails I had, I covered the surface, forming the 3-dimensional look that soon took shape of scattered nail abstract. I thought it was interesting but nothing that seems like the coolest thing ever. Time went by and I made a few more varities, including one that denotes anger. Well, there was a girl situation that went bad and yes, I literally put my angered emotion into my art. Later my energy diverted to many other things art related until one day my father said he wanted a nice big piece for the his living space. By this time I had found an incredible wood type that would hold something like 50 pounds of nails. This wood? Laminated Veneer Lumber (LVL) and Laminated Strand Lumber (LSL). Or construction beams to the layman's. So I got to work and looked for every kind of nail that would bring out the coolest of shapes. Hours upon hours of hammering, creating dazzling patterns and depths the piece was done and hung. My father, neighbors, friends, family, they all loved it. "What a conversation piece it was" and "I've never seen anything like this". More years had passed and I only made a few here and there. Then finally, March of 2010, I had sent a few pictures of my work to the Lawrence Art Guild. A lady called back and said, "This stuff has to be here for an art fair in May!" The news made my thoughts change about my art considerably. I knew I had something here, so like a machine, I made piece after piece so that I had enough types to show and sell. My very first art fair, a success! From then on I've been plugging into every channel in the art world and haven't looked back. As of the month of September 2010, I have made nearly 100 works of art, large and small. It has now become something of a very surreal devotion to looking at what people want and how to get that to them in a form of art that rivals that of any other artist.