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Requiem For Khun Tony
I have always been an artist, lived as an artist, and will die an artist. Simply this is what I do. This is who I am The song goes, “Fish gotta swim, Birds gotta fly.” Well, Artists have to create or part of them dies. A good Musician creates a bond between his music and an audience to create magic. If I perform this magic with my paintbrush then I am fulfilled. My success as an Artist can only be measured by how my work affects people. Every time I start a new work my intent is to show you my heart.
My colleagues often tell me to specialize in one subject, style, and medium. Sorry I cannot do this I must constantly evolve as an artist or stagnate. My subject material varies with my interests. Certain styles and mediums are more effective than others when presenting a certain subject I paint with emotion and the birth of each painting is a constant struggle. I am not afraid of failure because from that I will grow and evolve as an artist. And sometimes failures with time become successes. Sad to say often only time awards the artist. I have many and various styles. I can’t help it. My style changes with my mood, choice of subject, and what I am trying to say. I tend to paint in series, staying with one subject until I have exhausted the material. Usually there is enough for a show in any series.
I was born in Indianapolis, Indiana and spent my youth in Indiana. I attended Primary and High School there. I attended Universities in Indiana, Illinois, Utah, and California, but basically as an artist I am self-taught. I did not fir the mold of mass Art Instruction, but rather learned from life and the kindness of others. I have lived in many Countries working as a Musician, and Engineer, painting all the while. Because of events in my life I decided to settle in Thailand. My son and I have returned recently to the USA (2008) so he may continue his education.
As my son is autistic I plan and live my life around his needs. As a result I have had little time to pursue my art. But now as my son is settling in this new World I can now restart my painting. So I am starting over again in my life.My son is an young man and I am becoming an old in body but not in my heart. As my health declines the more I need to create. As my hands will no longer let me play music to the level I need. I must seek the perfect painting that crouches in my head.To sum up, I am just me.