A child of the 70s, I was exposed to an endless procession of outlandish oddities and beautiful creatures; from KISS to Star Wars to the sheer brilliance of all things Jim Henson.
And then came comic books. Looking back, it's hard to remember a moment of my youth that wasn't spent with my eyes glued to one. Month after month, I was treated to tales of larger-than-life heroes risking life and limb in a never-ending struggle against the forces of evil. They were fantastic. They were incredible. They were amazing. And they were but the first.
It wasn't long before I became an unsuspecting target for these invading hordes; veritable armies of gods and monsters, aliens and cyborgs, all hell-bent on enriching my life and lighting the spark that fueled the fires of an imagination that now blazes uncontrolled. And it's awesome!
Among my Pantheon of Great Creators are the likes of John Byrne, Alan Davis, Bernie Wrightson, Frank Frazetta, Al Williamson, John Buscema, Frank Bellamy, and Bill Watterson.
I've been working as a freelance artist since the early 90s. In addition to Spirit of '77, I am currently alternating between superhero, sci-fi and horror genres in the comic book industry.