For the last ten years I have explored the relationship between identity and art. The solution came in the dissolving of the question. Art and Identity are just words that create false borders. As these mental barriers began to crumble, art became the identity and daily living became the truest expression of self. These photos, sculptures and drawings are but the fallen leaves off the living tree of a life lived as Art.

I have always had a fascination with the human body. I can remember myself at the age of 6, looking in the mirror just in pure awe of the mechanics of my muscles and skeleton. I remember the various emotional qualities of each minute facial movement. I always drew, as early as I can remember, and when I visited Italy in my early twenties I knew I found my calling. I had to sculpt. I started to learn immediately after that trip.

Today, I work as a photographer and spend the bulk of my time raising a family. But in every spare moment, I think about sculpting, and think about what I will do next.

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