For as long as i can remember I've loved everything art related, be it something as simple as Sunday afternoon crafts with the grand-mother to the classics, to architecture. I think i saw past the utilitarian design of almost everything, or more accurately saw the art and not the utilitarian. So i picked up crayons when younger and it went from there.

Well with life you never know whats gonna happen. I never became really talented no matter how hard i tried. Oh and i did at great lengths. For a time it seemed that the only way i could get anything done was to be in a mood that involved not talking to anyone, and being Emo ( way back before Emo was cool mind you). Which led to lots of things like not talking to friends, strain on relationships and what not, So i put my art away in the closet to be forgotten and strike my way out into the real world.

Jobs and Jobs and parties and all kinds of things followed. During one of these jobs i was lucky enough to meet one of the greatest people in the world. I quickly became friends with her and we were married a few years latter. She is unbelievable, she urges me to do things i want and like to do, to strike out and try new things, and to genuinely be myself which i wasn't for so long. Its been interesting to say the least. Do i know who i am? All i can say to that question is a big "Not even fucking close." But its wonderful learning.

Well all leads me back to my point i guess. After about 7 years or so, hell that's just an estimate but sounds about right I've pick the Pencil / Mouse / Newly bought Wacom Tablet back up and trying to strike my way back into the art world, one un-straight line at a time.