I think that in an earlier life, I was an alchemist.
I say this, because from as early as I can remember, I have been trying to make one thing into another. When I was a child, mud pies became brownies. My backyard was a far off jungle to be explored. The night sky was the view from my room on a space station. I was a bold adventurer on a quest, sleeping under the stars every night.
Of course, mud never became brownies, my backyard was situated in a suburban New York, the night sky was often obscured by street lights, and even when my family went camping, we used a tent. But that never stopped me from escaping into my imagination. Then or now.
Through grammar and high school, and later in college, I had a flirtatious love affair with art. I never settled on a single medium for long. I took away as much as I needed to continue on my own, and inferred the rest.
In graduate school, I abandoned art to pursue a career in chemistry--only to discover that at the heart of scientific discovery is a creative artist.
My career has included working in a laboratory, teaching, chasing down diseases around the globe and reviewing scientific research. But I always come back to art and my passion for making things.
Making art is an exploration of opposites. Particularly, the place between the dark and the light. In the light, I explore bright colors and pleasant themes, but always, with a creeping dark undertone. Similarly, in the exploration of the dark there is horror, but an intricate web of beauty, as well.