My story starts between the hours of night and day during the latter part of the twentieth century. Upon entering the third dimension, I vaguely remember being confined to a small metal cage in a large brick building. I grew up in a wooded area near a salt marsh on the east coast. I lived with my family in a modest pink whale under a black railroad bridge. From toddlerhood to early adolescence I was frequently connected to a device only referred to as the “TELETUBE”. It was not only remarkable to look at but an amazing piece of machinery as well. This was the staple attraction at the short lived Kent & Merit's Three Island Circus and sideshow. It was also the place where my  parents had first become acquainted. My mother, Known as “Lady Organa” had a late night act where she would play several tiny organs in an elongated room vocalizing all sorts of wounded bird calls. My father was known as “The Alphabet Man” as he often made up new words while physically stumbling over old ones. This would cause permanent damage to his sciatic nerve in his later years. When I turned five and a half my parents decided to leave the traveling life behind and settle down in a small seaside town. Shortly there after I had a strange encounter with a large unidentifiable sea creature that had washed up on shore. The event happened quickly but long enough for it to whisper something to me before frantically flopping its blubbery mass back into the ocean. Unfortunately, what was said is forever locked away in the deep abyss of my subconscious. My neighborhood streets were patrolled by tenacious packs of brook people. In order to avoid or escape them I often sought refuge deep within the forest. I fell sideways early in life and was often seen practicing Psychic Automatism. Using mostly pencil stubs of various shapes and sizes, I would draw on just about anything. Detention was an extra curricular activity for me since school desks took the brunt of my wandering imagination. 
At the age of 18 I escaped and headed south to attend art school. It was there that I met the love of my life. For the next twelve years It was just the two of us adventuring through time. Then one balmy Summer night under the light of a blue moon, a tiny human joined our clan.
My long time career as a night time Dream Aeronaut wasn't exactly paying the bills but it definitely laid the groundwork for a career that could. So I took up a profession as an Art Educator and a freelance Illustrator. This allowed me to teach people how to draw straight lines and also use my visual storytelling abilities to communicate specific ideas.
Currently, I reside in a house of four squares guarded by five giants from Maine. I share this humble abode with my beautiful artistic wife, our wonderful Polymath of a son, an unusually hyper turtle, a cat with way too many toes, a very talkative dog, a lazy bearded rock napper, a yellow crested disappearing reappearing smoothie drinker, and two hissing antenna tuners.
When I’m not in the Dream Box creating, I'm either wandering about town or enjoying a Coddiwomple with my family. 




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