The first painting I made was fuel by an obsessive love. At the time it was an escape from myself. I was so trapped in my own head and it had to come out. The painting above is the result of all that frustration. It was the first step into my full time passion. At the time I was hurt and hated the fact that I couldn't be with the girl I loved. Her name is written so many times in the painting but of course only I can see it. I am glad things didn't work out as it really fueled my desire to finish this painting. I was planning on giving it to her to get in her pants but thanks to my roommate at the time I changed my mind. I love women and thank them for all the inspiration they give me.