Where does my art come from?

My art is very personal at least where it originally came from. Of course I've always drawn but I also wrote. Mostly poetry... bad poetry now that I've put some years between reading them. I would draw flowers on the paper where the poem was written and give it girls ( because I couldn't afford to purchase flowers for them).

Art didn't become apart of me - well actually it engulfed me - until the death of my friend Starr Pomart. Ok we were more than friends, I wouldn't say we dated because we never went anywhere (except once to buy her mom a Christmas present.) All we would do is talk on the phone for literally hours... I believe the longest time we spent talking was thirteen hours. So to say we were just friends really doesn't do what we had justice.

My art is a living tribute to her and my continuing struggle to make it in the art world is my way of keeping her alive. The memory of starr fuels my creative drive. And in fact the one drawing style I was known for the flower drawings) were all because of starr. If you look at the flowers they are all dying - wilting away. The flowers have these immense span of leaves and seem to be at their prime. Just as Starr was when she died at 15.

It tore me apart and the only way I could deal with losing her was art. I lost the words to describe how I feel... even today I still cannot express myself verbally.

So yes, some of the art here sucks, but look at it and see how it developed and moved. That is the whole idea of my site. The cycle of life, the blood in our veins. Everything is moving- growing and changing.