A Brief History on the Artist:

    Tales speak of a comet hitting the earth in the Litchfield hills of Connecticut during the winter of 1982, and oddly enough my story begins at the same time. Raised by coyotes, and later found and taught to be more civil by my “parents”. I was deemed a gifted child shortly after my first introduction to a piece of paper and a pencil. Maybe it was due to living in the wild, or possibly the unhindered imagination of a child? Whatever the case, from that moment on I was never far away from a pad and pencil. My natural propensity for creating the macabre, dark, and things that go bump in the night I account to mistakenly watching John Carpenter’s “The Thing” when I was around five years of age… That experience scarred me – in the best of ways – into the field of art I enjoy the most.