As a six and a half foot rabbit stuck in a five foot nine inch human suit you can imagine, “fitting in”, didn’t come easy. My story starts between the hours of night and day during the latter part of the twentieth century. As I entered the third dimension I vaguely remember taking up residency in a brick building for three or five days. I grew up near a salt marsh on the east coast. My family lived in a modest pink whale under a black railroad bridge. As a toddler I was always moving about like a skittish animal. The only thing that calmed me was the “TELETUBE”, a device that was not only remarkable to look at but an amazing piece of machinery as well. It was the staple attraction of the short lived Kent & Merit's Three Island Circus and sideshow. This is where my parents had first become acquainted. My mother, Known as “The Organ Lady” had a late night act where she would play several tiny organs in a narrow elongated room, all a while vocalizing wounded bird calls. My father was known as “Alphabet Man”, for two reasons. The first, being that he often made up new words while stumbling over old ones. This caused permanent damage in his sciatic nerve later in life. The other, is that he had the keen ability in knowing that each and every word derived from the Greek language. On my five and a half acknowledgement day(1) my parents decided to leave the traveling life behind. I was then forced to live around a miasma of wayward household appliances and amongst tenacious packs of brook people. The impact of this could have triggered the need to
compulsively escape into the inner sanctum of my Hypnopompnia. My feverous appetite to create was most likely brought on by an early traumatic encounter I had with a large unidentifiable sea creature that washed up on shore. The actual event happened quickly but long enough for this blubbery mass to whisper something to me before frantically flopping its way back into the ocean. Unfortunately, what was said is forever locked away in the deep abyss of my subconscious. I fell sideways early in life and was often seen practicing Psychic Automatism.(2) Using pencil stubs of various shapes and sizes, I would draw on just about anything I could get my hands on. Mostly it was school desks that took the brunt of my wandering imagination, At the age of 18 I escaped all this and headed south, where I attended art school. It was there that I met the love of my life, a young aspiring artist like myself. After ten long years of enjoying married life my wife and I were ready for the next chapter in our lives. On a balmy Summer night under the light of a blue moon, our one and only child was born. Shortly thereafter, I started my professional career as an artist. Making pictures that tell stories became a running theme in my work. Though a narrative is always prominent it is often portrayed in a surreal and allegorical way. My paintings are often embedded with a fascination of the bizarre, a bit of sarcasm and a tongue-in-cheek sensibility. Currently, I reside in a house of squares guarded by four giants from Maine. I share this humble abode with my beautiful artist wife, our wonderfully imaginative son, an unusually hyper turtle, a bratty cat, a Mensa dog, a hidden tiny leopard, a lazy dragon, and two whispering hissies. When I’m not wandering about town, I’m creating in my “Dream Box” which is nestled amongst the thickets at the edge of the wood. (1)This was similar to a “Birthday” but with the exception of presents or cake. (2)A self induced trance with the help of a “meta eye”, That creates a stream of continuous thought. |