I work in oil and ceramic or any other media, spray paint, wood, garbage, plaster, food, whatever works. My work can speak for itself. My method is to paint from the subconcious without any plan or idea of what I want in the end. Somehow something comes out and something happens, sometimes it is crap and sometimes it is good. When I decide it is finished I look at it and then try to figure it out. It is a great way to analyze my own psyche. When someone asks me the what and why I ask them the same question back because I really don't know, you tell me. I always enjoy learning something new about my own work from someone else. My statement is about spontenaity and botched perfection. Art is about any feeling you get when you see it and the feeling of the artist that was used to create it. When these two are the same it becomes a way of communication. Some art is shown and praised by all, some is hated, some piled in dusty stacks never to be seen, all will be destroyed and converted to something else that may well be more beautiful like heat, smoke, ash and flame lapping up the oxygen. The point is that there is no point, nothing to be sought after or strived for, there is only the magical moment that is happening now.