Growing up in Algonac, Michigan, we lived on the St. Clair River with a dock that ran 150 feet out from our front yard. We'd swim in the summer, skate in the winter, and fish every chance we could from this dock. This lure is one of those “things” I remember so vividly from that childhood. The peacefulness of fishing. Sometimes with my Dad. More times than not by myself. My Dad's Dad gave this lure to him and he in turn gave it to me. I have no idea where it ever ended up, who has it now, or if it's even still in the family. Pretty much all of my things sort of disappeared when I moved away to finish college in California.
My art is not an exercise in, nor an attempt to master hyper realism. My drawings came from an inner desire to find “happiness” again. A creative satisfaction I was no longer getting from simply being an advertising Creative Director. Don't get me wrong, I love the ad biz, but the last several years had sucked the happiness out of it for me. My wife, Lynn encouraged me to start drawing again and as I did I looked for that thing that would inspire me. That "thing" turned out to be “things” that made me happy as a kid growing up in Algonac, Michigan. As I continue to see, these things make other people happy too.
As an ad guy, I thought there had to be an art movement out there like “tribalism” or “familiarism”, art that people identify with at an emotional level. (OMG! Ad speak...) I haven't found one yet. Lynn had an idea that sounded interesting — “Evocationism”. She said it was the act of calling forth — evoking of old memories. From postings on Facebook, that's what's happening. Friends are telling me how fun and cool this series is. Which is why I've been calling this work “Happy Art” — because it's brought my happy back!