From the moment I first picked up a crayon and scratched across a barren wall, I was fascinated with creating stories, images, and sounds. My parents—an artist and a musician (if not in profession, at least in avocation)—supplied plenty of paper, pencils, tape, aluminum foil, and scissors. They gave me space to imagine and expand creatively.
Growing up, I filled emptiness and quiet moments with imaginary worlds, with images of the stars and cosmos, with poems and stories, with the song of my heart as it cried out from my guitar and piano.
As an undergraduate, I delved into sociology, attempting to understand why people relate the way they do. Unsatisfied with both the questions and answers, I pursued religious studies in graduate school. This route was not so much a wrong turn as it was an eddy down a river journey, mostly because I wanted to ask different kinds of questions than were allowed by the strictures of authority. But after returning to my creative roots, I discovered that a deeper meaning had been there all along, regardless of the questions I asked, or maybe because of the questions. I think we are closest to insights when we allow doubts, when we question the nature and destiny of our existence.
There’s a deep sense of grace I experience when a creative project feels in tune with my inner quest.
A MEANDERING PATH
I was raised in the dirt of the southern countryside. I’ve lived in various places across the American south, where I’ve taken stints and sidelines as a newspaper editor, a photojournalist, a designer for a creative agency, as well as a producer/writer/director for independent short films.
Primarily self-taught as an artist, writer, and musician, I’ve also studied at the Maryland Institute College of Art in Baltimore, Maryland. My fine art photography has been exhibited both regionally and nationally in the United States.
After my father died, I decided to embark on an uncommon journey. I sold everything I owned at the time, except what would fit in the back of my Honda Element, which I parked at my sister’s house. I jumped on a airplane with just a backpack, camera, and laptop. I hoped the trip would unfold into an journey toward horizons, both spiritual and creative. While I’d mapped out an around-the-world trip, I let wind and whimsy take me where they wanted. Before returning to the US, I wound up spending a year and a half living in and exploring South East Asia, practicing being a poor, starving artist and writer, meeting people along the way, finding new loved ones, and learning how to live soulfully.
You don’t need much to be able to smile, as long as you share the journey with loves ones, the richest gift the world can give.
Currently, I’m a creative consultant for technology shops (CIO-level). I write and design, and develop strategies to communicate how we’re using technology across the organization. I’m the go-to guy when you need something creative done.