Various facets of life become vehicles for liberating the soul.

When I was 5 years old, I began travelling each summer with
my parents and sister to South Bend, Indiana, which provided
the stimulus of visual ecstasy. This was the beginning of early
sensory experiences that immersed themselves deep into the
unconscious. It provided seeds for the conscious later on (way
later on). Eventually, they blossomed and became art.

On the train, the dining car was beyond just an eating event.
It was compounded with the fulfillment of looking out the
window of our "drawing room" and soaking in the countryside
and the backyards of small towns and communities. For my
tiny, tender eye, these were paintings framed by a large
window. My first museum.

During the same early period, we lived in a hotel for 6 months.
Across from the "Biltmore" in Atlanta, Georgia was the
"Majestic." It was an eatery with a counter, but not a diner in
the traditional, pure, bonafide sense. It had short stools and I
was enthralled sitting on those stools with all the grown-ups.
I was even more thrilled by observing with complete and clear
amazement the choreography of the counter-man preparing
food so swiftly on the grill, right in front of me. I couldn't tear
my eyes away from his twists and turns of the wrist, flipping
burgers and flopping toast; the opening and closing of the
polished metal doors; and of course the magical
one-hand-egg-breaking routine. I loved it all. It was
entertainment in a spiritual area I knew nothing about, and more
visual joy for the little boy and his beginning sensibilities.
Later on, (way later on), these stimuli would be redefined and
redistributed on canvas.

I am concerned with process: the revelation of a particular and
poignant part of the urban landscape, and thus the preservation
of a unique and rapidly disappearing icon of American roadside
culture. (Take from culture in one dimension and contribute
back in another dimension.) A significant aspect of the process
is the quest, which basically is the transformation of
documented archaeological findings - travel, investigation,
gathering of material. Painting is the mere act of transcendence;
an end product that enters space and time;
the final leg of the quest.