In the 70’s I escaped to the Caribbean before the disco pandemic removed any hint of socially redeeming consciousness from the minds of the masses with the rhythmic pulses of light and really bad polyester clothes. Between sailing around the islands and hanging out in seedy beach bars with a bunch of expatriates I started painting with a modicum of success. I moved back to the states where a young woman in a really short skirt picked me up in a bar. It wasn’t long after that we moved in together and she became my wife. From a studio that we set up in our home, I was once again selling my art.

Some may say I took a break from art when our daughter Lizzie was born but that is not the case. She is the greatest work of art that I ever collaborated on. I just supplemented my creativity from a very commercial side by working for ad agencies as a creative director and later with my own studio as commercial photographer and graphic designer.

In 2007 our daughter suddenly and unexpectedly died. It took a couple of years to get the strength to create but in her memory and as a cathartic release, I am doing just that. Most of the art that I am now doing is influenced directly from our loss. My wife and I have set up a scholarship fund in Lizzie’s memory and a portion of each sale goes to the Lizzie Logan Scholarship at the Pinellas Education Foundation.