I love to travel and find a great deal of artistic inspiration in being somewhere that is unfamiliar. I savor the uncanny.

I take hundred of photographs and sort through them when I get home. Using snapshots as photographic references I can relive the journey.

My travel paintings are postcards to myself.

My first series inspired by travel.

Scotland was very romantic and I really tried to capture the moodiness of the skies and the restlessness of the country-side. Scotland, to me, was peaceful yet uneasy... like a graveyard.

This was by far the most emotional series of paintings I have ever painted. All of the images are painted from snapshots from the hundreds, maybe thousands, of pictures I took of my grandmother's house after she passed away.

The once vibrant household where we would spend Thanksgivings and Christmases and countless summer's nights laughing and eating and being filled with merriment was now a tomb. Every object a relic that reminded me of her and how all I really had left were those memories.

In my snapshots I attempted to document and distill what was left. In my paintings I attempted to keep those moments alive. But in the months after her passing they couldn't help but to reflect my sadness and grief.

More paintings from the same series described above.

The once vibrant household where we would spend Thanksgivings and Christmases and countless summer's nights laughing and eating and being filled with merriment was now a tomb. Every object a relic that reminded me of her and how all I really had left were those memories.

In my snapshots I attempted to document and distill what was left. In my paintings I attempted to keep those moments alive. But in the months after her passing they couldn't help but to reflect my sadness and grief.