I was born and raised in a small town on the eastern shore of Maryland (winters) and the
Alaskan wilderness (summers), learning the enigmatic ways of the average japanese-american in the first,
and of the hardy commercial salmon fisherman in the second. My third grade art teacher, Ms. Chauvenet,
taught me to love art ("strretch your imaginations!"), and my ninth grade art teacher
(left unnamed) taught me to hate it ("you should have used purple"). I came back around in my
mid-twenties and got my MFA in illustration. Though my work
is often messy (an apt reflection of my true self), much of it comes from a surprisingly dark place which
baffles even me, as most people will describe me as "awfully smiley." No worries, I am doing just fine.
If you're itching for something more of-the-moment, you can have a look here.