I've been involved with art since I could talk, or that's how I remember it. Whereas my father would insist my first word was Daddy, it was really Dada and said in response to finding irony in the way my Cheerios and spilled milk formed an abstract shape on the table. From elementary school through my senior year in college, I was voted the Most Creative by my peers, with my masterwork—Guernica, if you will—a Matisse-inspired backdrop of vibrant colors and shapes that adorned the Senior Class Homecoming float. A majority of students would insist I was ahead of my time (or maybe just lame), but to the few that appreciated art, it was truly gorgeous.

I went on to study literature and art in college; between classes on Post-Modernist fiction, Literary Terrorism, painting and computer graphics, I spent my time uncovering the connections between my favorite writers, artists and musicians and how I would possibly fit into the picture; one of my senior thesis ideas was the exploration of technology/synthetic in the work of Radiohead, J.G. Ballard and David Cronenberg, but like all optimistic romantics, I opted to pen the next Great American novella instead (and failed miserably).

Following college, I pursued a web design career for a couple of years before moving into production full-time (I realized my future as a team leader was a lot more promising than than of an expert Photoshop'r / Illustrator'r). It was then when I decided how I would fit into the picture with my favorite artists: as a curator, first with a record label and recently, with a gallery.