Being a rabbit of peculiar height stuck in a strange human suit, I am often delivered the narrowed eye.
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 spent my toddlerhood at the Kent & Merit’s Three Island Circus and Side Show. This was the anomalous setting in which my parents had first become acquainted. I was raised alongside the likes of Twisties, Soothsayers, Voice Throwers, Long Tailed Homunculi, Flying Swing Catchers, and Bulky Proboscidea to name a few. Often playing with automatons, I’d sneak inside the world's only and most marvelous wonder, the “TELE-TUBE”.
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. We settled near a salt marsh on the east coast and lived in a modest pink whale under a black railroad bridge. I was then forced to live around a miasma of wayward household appliances and chased by tenacious packs of brook people. During these trying times I was fortunate enough to have had an elderly donkey as a caretaker. On a brisk Wednesday morning under a Mackerel sky I suffered a traumatic event. It was then that I had a brief encounter with a large unidentifiable sea creature which had washed up on shore. While frantically flopping its way back into the ocean it whispered a faint gurgled message in my ear. Unfortunately, what was said is forever locked away in the deep abyss of my subconscious. The profound impact of these experiences caused me to retreat into the inner sanctum of my Hypnopompicnagognia,(2) thus triggering my need to compulsively create.
I fell sideways early in life and was often seen practicing Psychic Automatism.(3) Using pencil stubs of various shapes and sizes, I would draw on just about anything I could get my hands on. After school care was provided on a regular basis due to school desks taking the brunt of my wandering imagination. I dreamed of being an Aeronaut but that all changed at the age of 18. I decided to escape and headed south where I attended a school for Visioneers. It was there that I met the love of my life, a young aspiring god of shape like myself. We joined forces enjoying each other’s company as the two of us adventured through life. After ten years we made the courageous decision of creating a host for another multidimensional being. 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 a Visual Storyteller. 
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. I do most of my physical creations late at night accompanied by the rhythmic sounds of fog horns and intoxicating smells of Catalpa flower. During the day when I’m not wandering about town I’m 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 combination of Hypnopompic, the state between sleep and wakefulness, and Hypnagogic, the state between wakefulness and sleep.

(3)A self induced trance with the help of a “meta eye”, That creates a stream of continuous thought.