My Father loved Carnival. I remember as a child being awakened in the wee hours to head downtown just to watch jouvert bands pass by.  However, my friend Jimmy introduced me to the real love of the sound of pan. He allowed me to tag along with him to the pan yards and the panorama finals. By choosing to paint the Pan players, my love for the sound of pan has driven me to seek out individuals with unique styles and rhythms and to capture these elements through my sketches and paintings.

Observing and sketching pan men and women and how they express their rhythms through their body movements. I have learned from the players as well as those listening that pan is not just about the sound, but rather about the movement of each player as he or she projects what is in their heart from the rubber to the metal. This beat runs through their body into every single muscle and their facial expression will tell you an entire story. I have continued my study of observing the pan players who are members of this elite group as they encourage me to portrait their music on canvas with each stroke of my brush, I feel the movement of their Rhythm.