A Life Devoted to Art
The earliest thing I can remember is drawing dinosaurs, and being astonished at the magnitude of my accomplishment when I drew in a background: a third dimension! I always drew growing up. I stared at animals, cartoons, and people, studying their anatomy and the way they fit together. In a sense I don’t know why I do art; it’s just always been something that just needed to come out. As I got older and got better at all of the skill-sets necessary for living in western society, I refined my artistic skills at every opportunity, mostly out of a feeling that it was a basic need. Like many in my generation I was inherently skeptical of almost everything life seemed to offer, and most of the explanations offered as to why these things were so great made no sense to me. Much of my art from a young age started out with dinosaurs
