![]() ![]() All the ideas in my head churn and beg to get out. My passion to paint is like a living creature inside me. It's been over twenty years now, more than 2000 paintings, and dozens of licensed products and I'm still trailing behind helplessly as the Faeries drag me on in a seemingly endless rampage. Business seemed to take on a life of its own and has evolved naturally ever since. ![]() It was like the Faeries had taken control of me and were pushing me to paint their portraits and perhaps to let the world know they are watching.Īfter selling prints and originals at street fairs and in local shops for a few years, I opened a website and began selling my work online worldwide. The years shoved their way past me and I kept my head down painting, painting, painting and not paying much attention to the rest of the world unless I absolutely had to. Rapidly I became more and more drawn to painting them. I began painting Faeries whenever I had spare time. I asked her what I should paint and she said "I don't know, paint a Faery or something." So I did. My boss asked me to paint something to fill an empty frame that had been sitting around. I'd always been interested in them, but had never considered them to be a career option, until one day when I was not quite twenty-one and working in a small art gallery. ![]()
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