Here’s that joy of a page where I tell you all you could possibly want to know about me. Except that there’s not quite enough room here for all that. Not that I’m saying there’s that much to tell, but I’m saving all the really juicy funny bits for when I write my autobiography. So you’re going to have to settle for the short version.
I was born in 1971 to parents who, despite much head-scratching, hand-wringing and confusion, actually supported my talents. I was an odd child. In kindergarten I was prone to day-dreaming so deeply that I had to be shaken awake. I’ve always had an imagination that could, and did, carry me away at a moments notice.
Eventually, after years of rebelling, making mistakes and learning from both, I realized it was time to get serious about my gifts and go to art school. The rest, as they say, is history.
I’m a good way down that twisting dangerous road of real life, and it seems the growth and learning both artistic and spiritual will never end, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I would like to thank all those special people in my life that have helped and inspired me over the years. Most of all to my family and oldest friends who were still there long after I wouldn’t have blamed them for giving up and walking away. Thanks so much.
Ok- it’s back to work for now,
Always me— Matt