As a child

I grew up in spacious kitchens surrounded by my mothers overflowing vases filled with big, bright and beautiful flowers from the garden and my dads paintings of them on the surrounding walls. Even today you cannot walk into their kitchen without going into some kind of a visual over-stimulation, induced trance. I would love to have the same kind of crazy kitchen one day.

About Eric

Since I can remember, you would always find my dad, painting, hammering or tinkering away, creating something in his work room, during the pre-dawn hours . Due to his terrible insomnia our house was always filled with beautiful paintings, and my lucky mom adorned by his stunning jewelry.

I think by letting expressinh himself as an artist he managed to totally escape the restlessness and predictability that a longterm marriage can cause. (of course having a wonderful, caring, loving wife must have helped!)

I come from a happy home because of his art.

Bruce Boyd