Something I have learned being an artist is you never really know what’s going to happen next. What I mean is there is an uncertainty that goes along with it and this makes for a completely different set of problems and challenges that most sane humans would avoid like the plague. For instance there is just making a career for yourself, which sounds easy enough, but turns out it’s not so easy. I have been the poor starving artist, I have walked that walk, paid my dues and I don’t plan on going back to that anytime soon, despite the fact it’s always in the back of my mind. I will say there were moments of brilliance in my days of the struggling artist, one tends to dig deep when it appears the ship is sinking. However I learned early on the body can only go so far before things happen, the organs say slow down man. I think I have learned through my own volition that a man of desperation doesn’t always make the best decisions. And a man who doesn’t eat goes hungry. Might of worked for the Miro’s of the art annals of times past, however I just don’t recommend it for long. This has been a journey my friends and is why to this day I give people a chance, because there were some that did give me a chance, and those are the building blocks to making art your entire life without dying young, and or quitting all together. The world has never been an easy place, there have been events throughout history that has pushed humans to their limits, and yet we being resilient continue to carry on, that’s what keeps me going, anyway I hope you can appreciate the accompanying fotos, a documents of my life as a Canadian not starving artist.
Slices of time from in and out of the studio.