I always thought I'd be a writer. I love words in all their nuace. Then a few years ago, I noticed a milkcrate of paints among my new wife's belongings. It took a couple of more years to work up to attempting to paint, but since then I've realized that the old picture/thousand words thing is true. I'd rather paint than string words any day. All the crazy shite in my head that I could never express in words I've found that I can express on canvas.