Me and my mother shared a lot in life and the one thing that comes to mind is a creative soul the other which is not as welcomed is we both suffered from mental illness. But the one place she find peace was sitting on the ground and working in her garden. It was not a neat groomed garden but one of freedom and childlike where it look more like a abstract painting. She eventually took her life as she went mentally as far as her mind allowed and while people frown on such action it’s these same people who cannot speak for they have not suffered to this point a point when your not even present-maybe your body looks the same but the mind is not. I myself have been there but thankfully am still here and hope to be. So when I started painting this like a child using only my hands and sticks dipped in paint I did not know what it was going to be but as soon as I felt the chills throughout my body and my mothers warmth around me I knew she was with me and we once again we was walking within her garden and beyond.

It took about 15 minutes to create and I cannot even remember anything that was around me only what was within. My mom!

Your Son

Made for a group exhibition dealing with sexual trauma. Myself a sexual abused child and this is what I released in honor of this fundraiser for the abused.

May it be felt instead of just being seen.

Talon Grace

My first piece of art created at age 54 when I was suffering from a lifetime of mental illness and a few years of addiction. Encouraged by now my friend Mark Mulfinger to try my hand at art. It saved my life it gave me purpose, it set me free. Forever thankful to Mark I owe you my existence and to discover what I was meant to do in life and at the age of 54 I was born and so I consider myself now 3 years old and counting-life embraced.