If I had a life to live over again, I suppose I would do things a little differently. If I knew as a child what I know now, I would surely have immersed myself in the world of art somewhere around the age of five and stayed there for a lifetime. Don’t get me wrong for I have no regrets in life. My footprints follow the only path to the people whom I Love and share my life with. But there was a certain passion for the visual arts that I discovered and nurtured within myself at an early age, mainly in the genres of black and white photography and multi-media presentation. As I entered the complex years of family and business responsibilities, that passion became dormant, almost as if it had never existed.
As it turns out, my passion for artistic expression began to find it’s way out of hibernation somewhere around the age of forty. Many who know me simply believed that I had allowed myself to fall victim to a self-destructive mid-life crisis. Deep inside of me, I knew that there was a method to my madness and with conviction I pursued the greatest transformation of my life.
At fifty, I can say with a straight face and with a smile that “I AM an ARTIST” and “I AM an ENTREPRENUER”. However, Art is my voice. Art is what I think about every waking hour. Art is what I dream about at night. Art is my Passion.
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