Somewhat at home in the region between puberty and the Age of Reason, I like to occupy myself with the business of re-creating the world one errant piece of multi-media at a time. I've spent an awful lot of my energy sacrificing creature comfort for creative freedom in an effort to give people opportunities to learn things about themselves through "The Arts" and even though I now have a cosy bunker complete with doorknobs, hot water and single-paned windows looking out into a holler often invaded by hungry turkeys, I still feel it's my duty to not get too complacent to give you good people a show. (That, and write truly awful run-on sentences.) I have led a charmed life filled with foolish challenges, serious head trauma, comically great sex, world travel, true friends, variable sushi, un-armed pats on the back, part-time parenting 3 extraordinary children with 3 extraordinary women, learning patience from the best Dad in the world, several 2nd degree burns, tons of dollar worthy laughs, strongly encouraged counseling, multiple car accidents, bad self-applied haircuts, good reviews, curios jobs and the fond endearment of angsty punks, reasonable republicans, raging redheads, buff blacksmiths, darling dykes, architects, directors, leftists, potters, painters, pilots, one periscope optics technician and a gay mutant tabby named Black Lipped Bob. Oh, and I can be described as a slightly over-fed 5'10" respectably graying brown-eyed conveniently half-deaf leaping gnome with troubled teeth, boundless curiosity and scars in interesting places. Just keep your ocra away from me...