This was during the final oddball years of my college career. I was obsessed with understanding how the aspects of anatomy worked... really life itself. How can such an incredible and diverse machine like the human body come to be? The nuances and subtleties whether it be human, insect, animal... all were worth investigating in my mind. At the same time, I was struggling with attempting to find a look or style that would be my own. Much ferocity and indelible pain manifested in my linework, as if in some vain attempt to rip the veil of the sheets of paper away to reveal a hidden secret...

I ran the gauntlet between fantasy and reality in subject matter. I think I was coming to grips with getting ready to finish up college, and the fact that being a pure straight forward illustrator was no longer in the cards for me... I needed escapism, any illusions I could lend life to that resided in my mind, I had to get them out just so I could maintain a sense of direction for what I believed I wanted to do in life. The concept of being able to actually make money at this, and not belittle it into a hobby or sideways route was fading.