Art has always been there for me. In 1978 I was setting up my Star Wars figures in battle scenes and drawing them as my models. In 1979 I drew a comic book adaptation of the Superman movie on pieces of white cardboard retrieved from packaged T-shirts. Later, in kindergarten it was a picture of Sherlock Holmes after seeing Basil Rathbone on television the Sunday before. This was to compliment a festering obsession with detectives, particularly the pointy-eared cape sporting type. a few decades later and here I am drawing and making art, loving film, and still obsessed with pointy-eared detectives. No matter what has transpired within that time or what dark corners I have managed to get myself stuck in, art has always been there. Be it on cardboard with crayons or on a well sanded, gessoed masonite. It has breathed through me. No matter what, I have at least that much. There are dark corners in every mind. at some point they will make themselves known. as artists, we must create our way out of them.