I was raised by wolves in the wilds of Alaska and was found trying to chew my leg off to escape from a trap.  I was sold to an Air Force chaplain and his family near Fairbanks for a beat up '61 Dodge.   Well, at least that's how I felt growing up -- always on the periphery and not quite fitting in.  My family did love me (and I them), but I'm pretty sure that they wondered if I was raised by wolves too ... or from another planet altogether. 

    The rest is your typical, run-in-the-mill stuff ... joined the Air Force as a graphics guy, worked as a free-lance artist ever since I got out (with a myriad of jobs to make ends pretend to see each other), graduated with a BFA from Central Michigan University in '05, and recently moved to the Spokane area.

    I am continually touched and excited by the world around me ... how it all works, how it reflects the Creator, and how it all relates back to me and my life experiences.  I try to find a sort of spirituality in everything and I see the hand of the divine all around me.  In my own way, I try to reflect those kinds of feelings through my work.  It may sound trite and corny, but, well, there it is.