Some of the earliest memories I have of creating art began with my obsession with dinosaurs (which were all the rage when the first Jurassic Park hit the big screen). I closely examined the forms of our prehistoric friends and attempted to translate their awesomeness onto paper. This expanded into doodling mechanical beasts, spaceships and fantastical worlds. A few years ago, I was given the gift of leisure after leaving my job and the Big Apple. Prior to moving back to the Bay, I travelled through Wyoming, Montana and spent a few weeks in Japan. Having left a city known for its forcefulness and vigor, I was, for one of the first times, able to adopt a new cadence and take in the spectacles of the natural world. It was in Japan where I was able to recultivate my fondness of creating art and realized how therapeutic the creative process can be. Lately, I've been practicing automatism and applying ink directly onto paper - which, while it removes the ability to erase and refine forms, forces increased intention behind every stroke.