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I was born to a family of foresters, medical professionals,
roustabouts,
And philosophers. Out west in a small town little have heard
of.
A town famous for frozen potatoes and isolated landscapes.
It was here that I discovered a passion for doodles. While not
able to achieve
Greatness on the playing field I could draw tanks and planes
at the top of my
grade. By third grade I soon discovered the ease at which I
could manufacture
temporary tattoos be they skulls, lightning bolts, hearts or
unicorns I could
make a tattoo of anything a third grader could possibly desiring.
A devotion
to visual arts was born.
From those dusty Oregon plains I traveled on towards the continental
divide.
It was here at the age of twelve in my dad’s
loft apartment I found enjoyment
in making artisan crafts of all sorts key chains, macrame, and
painted murals.
All of which could be sold directly downstairs.
Later in my teenage years I fell in love with the printed page.
Studying Printing
technology for two years I gathered a basic knowledge set what
it takes to
manufacture a high quality printed product. This propelled me
down a
thirteen year path as a Offset Press Operator.
In the year of our lord nineteen hundred and ninety nine I embarked
on a
formidable journey back to the Pacific Northwest in beat up
little truck that
landed me in Stumptown. Living in what was then the remnants
of industry,
I found myself surrounded by a wonderful group of artists. Dumpster
diving,
painting and selling our wares on street corners.
Wanting change, I moved north to The Jet City where I could
pursue a passion
for making noise. The late nights, drama and a bouts of stage
fright associated
with playing music became to much and with a box of oil paints
and a few
brushes given to me for my birthday I rediscovered a passion
for visual arts.
So here I am today. Painting what I see, would like to see and
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