I paint because I have no choice. After being an ink-stained graffiti writer in the streets of Los Angeles for more years than I care to disclose, the choice of making marks on surfaces with some sort of tool is out of my hands. Only the surfaces that I mark up I have (some) control in choosing.

I paint the world around me and the world inside of me. I mix up the the ingredients and put down the impressions that I get while it's all still hot and fresh...I give it to you raw. Crime transformed into art. An obsessive addiction transforming into another manifestation of the same addiction. I paint because I have no choice.