Clearly the most direct impression you get as a child comes from parental input or a lack of it. While some artists form there style around independence because of a difficult unstructured home life, I had both parents in the home and a good relationship with both of them. This is not to say we did not have difficulties. Up until my teens my family had very little money. my father was a "jobber" in the 1970's during a recession. This ment that he was basicly unemployed, and what work he had was only tempoary. Escape from my daily difficulties was a need I had to fill. Often this came from TV, Movies and Music, and my own imagination. My dad fed this need to escape with tall tails of adventure, and our near weekly hikes around Connecticut where I grew up. We would walk and explore old farmland that had been long over grown by forrest. If you have ever been to New England you would find theses abandoned or state acquired properties with sometimes mile long stacked stone walls, house and barn foundations, wells and chimneys, just standing in the middle of the woods, sort of Ghost-town like. I collected a number of artifacts from these trips, along with the myths my father spun about them. I still have a bunch of these treasures around my studio. They remind me of where my surreal imagery is grounded, and now where modern civilization is slowly being consumed by time.

My father, I have to say, sparred the first inklings of the Atlantintropic Theory. We would watch quite a few documentaries on ancient civilizations. "In search of", "Unsolved Mysteries", and many other shows were in our regular viewing schedule. He would discuss the possibilities of the existence of technologies lost to time. Some proven or at least documented. Pompeii, was a fairly new archeological project. Seeing a large city covered by ash and then resurface leaving a record of its destruction was amazing to us. We would talk about doomsday scenarios, based on past catastrophic events. Mysteries of the bible where often discussed, along with the mysteries of the universe, then combined with his own theories on where we came from. Where his input varied was a knowledge of two things, the mechanics of steel and metallurgy, as well as his interest in a strange cultish figure that was hardly discussed at the time, Edgar Casey.

Holistic medicine was the reason for pursuing the writings of Casey for my dad. He would only discuss Casey's "prophetic" writings by saying, "I don't really subscribe to that kind of thing.". When it came to Casey on past-life however, my father seemed to at least toy with the idea that Casey may have tapped Jung's "Cosmic Unconscious". Maybe dad felt seeing the past through some kind of "dream trance" was more feasible than seeing the future. Whatever the reason, he put great stock in Casey as a Naturopathic practitioner, so he indulged in his other writings. As we would watch different shows or movies on ancient civilizations, dad would chime in, "You know Casey says......" and then elaborate on what he had seen in Casey's readings. Often this was related to the repeating of mans folly in ancient social structure. The great flood was a cleansing of the earth according to the old testament. Many religions and cultures subscribe to some kind of cleansing dogma. The Maya for instance, believe in the idea that mankind has gone through several destructions throughout time, and according to their dogma we are in the last existence of man, and the human race will end in 2012. Casey wrote of all of these and some that have yet to be discovered. Some of the most controversial of Casey's readings involve the rise and fall of Atlantis. A mystery my father and I discussed in length.

Probably the most well known story of social, economic, and environmental collapse outside the bible is the fall of Atlantis. There have been thousands of texts written on the subject. Atlantian theories and the idea that the architectural record of ancient construction about the globe is proof of an underlying knowledge centered in one geographic location forms the basic understanding of The Atlantintropic Theory.


The final discovery that led me to determine one of my core artistic influences came from a few illustrations I found in a library book at my high-school. I was flipping haphazardly through a book on central and south american civilizations when something caught my eye. It was a series hieroglyphs depicting pre-Columbian life. They were not similar to my work, they were near identical to it! At first I thought it was coincidence, then as I looked closer, the noses, bottom lip, jaw-lines, near all the features were done with the same strokes. The morphic faces that had been dominating my work as of late, were staring back at me from across thousands of years of lost history. Did I pick this up from the documentaries my dad and I had been watching? Maybe an encyclopedia somewhere had the same art and it burned a mark in my subconscious? Was I Mayan in a past life? Regardless of where it came from, It shook me to my foundation. All the realization of my early influence rushed through my body in a euphoric feeling of a sublime epifany! Who I was as an artist was taking shape without my knowing. I had no choice but to accept what I had found as the truth because there could be no other answer. I knew this was what my art teacher was looking for when he said, "Find your influence." The only thing is I didn't find it it found me.

My art assignment was complete, and as I explained what I found to my teacher he was simply riveted to my discription. His response was more than the fiend interest of a teacher. He looked at me as if I had done something way beyond his initial expectations. His input that my realization and self discovery was on a level well beyond his class assignment made me feel that this was the direction my life needed to take. I never discussed this type of "cosmic connection" with anyone but my dad and a few very close friends. I kept my cards close to my chest, as I thought to myself, "If he believes it, than maybe I should take stock in it." Is this how art comes naturally?

As I moved on through High School the connections came more often, CLICK, epiphany, FLASH, clarity and direction. Bubbling up one after another. Not as dramatically as some of the future discoveries I was going to make about myself, but certainly not my purposeful decision. I didn't say to myself, "I want to use pre-Columbian art as the basses for my style.", it just happened that way. Not accidental, more subconscious, more Jungian, more surreal. Natural selection perhaps? A dog eats dog, an artist finds art? I knew then that I was a surrealist as well. None of what I had been drawing was conscious, but it was purposeful. All the imagery I was communicating came from someplace deeper in my being. The pencil moved by a force rooted in some past existence that was implanted in my mind. How did it get there? Was it through Folklore, Genealogy, Ancestry, or the cosmic unconscious of all mankind? The rest of my life would revile itself in this surreal, Jungian fashion, slowly rising to the surface as the complete Atlantintropic Vision.