When life left me bereft of an identity, I turned to a forgotten skill , one that I had always overlooked and given the least importance to. If every failure I've lived through, had to led me to this decision then the universe had indeed conspired in my favor. Art now, is my everyday. I wake up looking forward to create. All my life I have been haunted by visuals strange fascinating worlds, faces and creatures. I have never paid them much heed but now art has made me take notice of them, study them at closer quarters than I have before and bring them to life. Art to me is cathartic, I find in it a conduit of expression that is all encompassing. Women and animals often people my work as I am inspired by the empathy I feel towards them. Inspiration as such comes from everything around me, from subtlety to the blatantly in your face obvious, from beauty and the beastly. I am slowly beginning to believe in the artist in me and that belief has me curious and excited about the future. Art is creation and playing creator enlightening and empowering.