Know Your Roots
I was born breech during a freak blizzard, choking by my own umbilical cord while my mother was bleeding to death. The doctor grabbed my feet, yanked and broke my arm. I was also named Dawn for a few hours. It set the stage for the path I would take for the rest of my life, that special day.
I grew up at the tail end of the atomic age. That wonderful time when we’d get under our desks at school for atomic bomb drills, Godzilla was on TV, Hammer films were on late at night and Adam West was Batman. My parents were big horror fans and my dad especially loved the sci-fi genre, so my brothers and I grew a fondness for all things macabre. I especially love the irony that things of horror give me a warm, fuzzy feeling. I had a healthy diet of comic books, through my youth and at about 10 I discovered Famous Monsters magazine. Soon after, came Fangoria & Heavy Metal and then movie that defined the rest of my career as an artist. Romero’s Dawn of the Dead. The trailer alone gave me nightmares for weeks. I became obsessed with zombies and was determined to draw & paint them and all of the other wonderfully, terrifying creatures of the shadows.
In all of my work, I try to interject a hint of humanity to connect the viewer to the character(s). In reality, monsters, ghoulies, zombies and such are just manifestations of the dark side of humanity. That part that most suppress and control, but others completely give in to and become the monsters of nightmare and legend. At the same time I like to interject humor into my art whenever I can. We’re an absurd species at times and I have to believe that higher life forms and maybe even some lower ones, look on us with mild amusement.
“Art is Power…so is a well placed bullet to the back of the skull.”