Description The initiation process had begun.He stepped forward taking the hands of great uncertainty with profound determination.The veil clamored making its presence known.Wrestling against the anxiety of letting go I grasped at the first of several great mysteries.The guides were there and watched as watchers doThey waited without anticipation or desire invisible to my naked eyes.My intentions and virtue weighed on karmic scalesThe moment had eclipsed my life and meeting with the first stages of my apprenticeship.The beginning as I remembered was far more challenging than I had realized. Bound by desperate beliefs and insecurities of my first adversary took form before me.The head rose from great blackness breathing sweltering flames that shook my confidence and caused great fear in my heart, before my eyes my uncertainty manifested into stretching mist.My feet labored against the rocks and stone.Arching my back against the slick sharp walls, I peered. through the engulfing mist.The thickness of his thoughts.The unending maw of inward churning.Each thought unraveling the next.I had to begin by undoing.
I have been absorbed with the subject of war since my deployment to Iraq in 2004. There, I patrolled the streets of Mosul as a medic in an infantry battalion. The tale of that year is one of tragedy and triumph - of sadness and joy, for which I have a lifetime to reflect on the things I witnessed. The images are still vivid. The ferocity of war imprinted upon my mind. I will never forget the twisted steel mixed with fleshy carnage. My heart sinks when I recall a decimated group of children while a mother looks on in horror. The memory bleeds straight through me. In my efforts to find a meaning, I use my art to honor the greatest triumph of the human spirit of these grave moments. This is my role as an artist. My art reveals the cast of characters caught in the drama of war. The tyrants, heroes, villains and the innocent are characters of a drama whose tragic moments ripple throughout my eternity. The motifs of my work share expressions of these experiences. Some are good and some are bad, some deserve honor and must be celebrated.