Eli Beals

The term emerging artist doesn't quite describe me, what is it that I am emerging from? Is it anonymity? Is it a great swirling mass of the boring day to day? Meaninglessness? I did not emerge from anything, I am still beneath that surface unable to breathe seeking a clear path through the throng of every other artist clawing their way to the top. Like some kind of surface growth on a forest floor I am seeking sunlight to survive...
I think Ive always been an artist, and it wasn't really a choice for me. The choice I did have was what to do with the skills and perspective inherent. Growing up this "talent" did more to isolate me than anything else. In school I would daydream and doodle constantly. My various career attempts were sabotaged by my realization that what I really wanted to do was to satiate my compulsion to be alone with my sketchbook or paintbrushes and a new canvas.
As much as I fought against and attempted to compromise these two facets, art always won. Its my passion, and after many years Ive come to accept that I will never be a successful business person, or a doctor or entrepreneur, just an artist and dreamer.

Educational pursuits were varied - Art, graphic design, 3d animation, english, creative writing, computer science. From various learning outlets community college and online courses. Helped me only in the regard to instill a sense of discipline and the principle to finish what Ive begun.

The stone gryphon - downtown Campbell, Ca
Limon salon and gallery - San Jose
Various coffee houses