First Post

This is where I started in the summer of 2007. If I ever become a success, I will still think this is a short story worth telling.

It was the summer after freshmen year of high school, when I found myself maintaining contact with one friend and only one friend. This circumstance has repeated itself throughout my life. As in marriage, when two people become so familiar and bored with one another, the tendency is to argue and compete over one thing and the next. That summer, my friend sent pictures he drew of some game he planned on modding. I thought they were so juvenile that I immediately drew this on a nearby sheet of paper. It was the first time I had freehanded anything in years, and I was so impressed that I decided to stay with the practice.

That's right: my life in creative art began with a vitriolic act worthy only of a snubnosed highschooler. And while now I hate everything I was, that vicious soul remains part of the motivation behind everything I hope to accomplish. Seven years later, I no longer know the "friend" at whom this was aimed, and my progress in the practice of sketching can charitably be described as lagging. Throughout high school and until now-- my final year of college-- I have crafted works using a Cintiq tablet. They take too long and end up flat, because I never had the patience to learn proper technique. Until now.

Here's a list of the artists from whom I have learned and am learning:

Michael Hampton
Glenn Vilppu
The Gnomon Workshop
Scott Eaton
David Finch
George Bridgman
Eliot Goldfinger