Since Kindergarten, or maybe earlier, all I have known is an urge to make stuff. I didn't know what to call it then and I still don't now. Looking back, I think I was nervous about letting people know because it wasn't a traditional career path. Not that there was any pressure what-so-ever to determine my future at that point anyway, but I had a hard time being open about it with friends at school until late Elementary. I think I got off on it being just for me and/or letting it be a mystery about me.
My earliest artistic inspirations came from our 100+ cats we had growing up. Dragon mythology took over for a brief period after I grew out of my "farm-based" inspiration, and once my cousin Ian introduced me to Magic the Gathering it was game over. I owe so much of my passion to create the things I do to Magic and the first two Diablo games, both of which were introduced to me by my cousin Ian.
For the longest time I believe I created as a therapy, and still do for the most part today. A distraction from things that have always bored me but are also the things mandatory for a person growing up to take part in. I am in everything I make. There is a story behind it all and it's always about me. It's the most selfish thing I've ever done, sit alone and sink hours into something as small and lightweight as a drawing, let alone try to sell it afterward. I don't know what it is, but I've been doing this since I was a kid and sometimes I feel like it's all I really know.
I have come to realize more and more over the years, that, the people very close to you just want to see you at your best. A lot of times you don't push for your best until you lose one of those people very close to you, as a source of motivation, as a source to make them proud and to leave a mark on the planet. The key to all of this is, that, YOU DON'T HAVE TO WAIT FOR SOMEONE VERY CLOSE TO YOU TO DIE IN ORDER TO BE YOUR BEST. JUST BE YOUR BEST. GO. RIP Tevin Draper I love you and I miss you. RIP Turnip. RIP Buddy. RIP Pal. RIP Ganz. I miss my kitty cat brethren. Rip daddy-o. RIP BÖBE. RIP sweet little mountain mama Peijão.
I'm just trying to get done what I can get done before I die.
I love Taylor.
During the Summer of 2020, we raised $859.85 for the BCCDC, Minnesota Freedom Fund & BC SPCA. Thank you.