I had some racial issues growing up, sometimes I still do, I am always walking the line between one race or the other and that causes me to feel like I have no identity. I was ok at drawing but not great. In second grade I would always love to color in class but I was not very good at drawing figures.
There were conflicts with the African American and Caucasian races for riding the fence. Each race accused me for being on their side trespassing for the most part. My art was able to pass through border lines without conflict and sometimes with the added bonus of opening minds of the people that would view my work.
I never believed I deserved to do what I wanted as a career, I had a low self esteem and self confidence. I continued to pursue a career in social work and believed it was my calling not my passion. I began working in the helping profession then would work on digital painting as a hobby and share it on the internet. Things at work were not working out, so I decided to do what I was passionate about and do my art full time.
This was my true identity, who I was all along, I was happy immediately when working towards a goal in the art field. Who was I, a black man with white parents, good looking, not perfect, sensitive, and I loved people who were both black, white, yellow, red, the colors of the rainbow. I was going to be me.
This reflects in every piece of art I create you are part of my world and so is every person I know and have known. My art crosses cultural boundaries and shows the harmony of equality and learning that we are all part of the same race, the human race.