Ken Hunter is not what many people conclude upon personal appearances and appeal. He’s a very different person from what most have experienced, and it would be unfair to draw from as-sumptions or stereotypes to try and derive a notion of who he is. He’s lived a happy life nego-tiating circumstances from a faithful perspective on life with an adventurous spirit and inquiring urgency to learn more. The day-to-day mundane odyssey of the work schedule has just been a backdrop for the more serious themes abounding in the forefront of the real stage. He seems like nothing matters more than people, God and love and he has no other course of action oth-er than to express our experiences with others. Through this means he exchanges a composite of manners which cultivate in our being. Some of which we describe as cultural to our develop-ment. He has determined that the outside of us is an illusion often mischief like the painting it-self. You can draw on a real experience from both and the illustration was not designed to ex-tract from the sum of parts. It is more like an abstraction of form. Many struggle to maintain the realism of a work while he stems from a tilt on the obvious remnant of illusion. He discovers and discriminate between what he sees as formulated. Though he finds some of the parts more necessary than others to reveal a finished presentation of work.

Statement:
I feel as though art is inspired by feelings. How one musters those feelings and presents them-selves means everything to how we communicate ideas and affect change in the world around us. I think therefore we do art to impress some type of difference on the way we each look at the world. If you could see what I see! I wonder what it would mean to you. When one decides to set aside the values given onto the illusion of the 9 to five rat race and satisfy their soul within for what is needed, then personal worth become more apparent. The senses are designed to exchange figurative expressions of our experience. For what goes out must come and go out again and in and so on. Much like breathing. This a natural way of life and this is how we serve to existence