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…
