pas·sion /ˈpaSHən / noun
A strong and barely controllable emotion.
My passion is borne of the thrill of driving race cars. I'm relentless in pursuing that same feeling in my photography.
I grew up immersed in car culture. As far back as I can remember, everyone around me drove something interesting. My mom always drove big Chevy V8s. Our family friends had MGB GTs, Triumph TR3/4s and raced midgets and winged sprints. Even when I baby sat for family friends (which was rare), the dad picked me up in his SD455 Pontiac Firebird.
All of these experiences left a permanent mark on me. In my teen years, all I wanted to do was draw, design and build cars. I spent far too many hours in friends' garages and race shops learning how race cars went together and what made speed. We didn't have a lot of money growing up so I took my design ideas to my drawing board where I explored designs that incorporated these ideas into beautiful, functional forms.
I tried everything I could to get into a college/course path that would lead to automotive design. Finances just wouldn't allow it. I was fortunate to find my way to a small liberal arts college where I majored as a traditional fine artist, specializing in dimensional oils and wood/steel sculpture. The lessons learned in those traditional mediums were, then, applied to the world of digital design through a career that’s covered the last two decades.
Though my career took me in different directions, I never lost my passion for the automobile. Now, when I meet people at the race track, they ask me what I do. My answer, "All I do is cars". I race cars, photograph cars on track, design custom racing helmets, design team apparel for racing. If it has to do with cars or racing and requires art and design, I've got you covered.