There's a drawing taped gently in a family photo album from a time before I could speak words.

In crayon on yellow construction paper is my first oeuvre: what can only be described as a crude (and glorious) flying potato person. And I'm certain I haven't stopped drawing since. I love laying down graphite on a fresh sheet of paper because in some way it helps me understand things better. I want to capture what I find beautiful—the arcs of a resting mouth, the gloss on the loop of a curl, a glint deep in the universe of a cornea, and perhaps even the luscious curves of a projectile potato. Those are some things I like. That's why I draw.

Also, here's a time I was featured in CityGram Magazine: CLICK ME