I grew up on a farm, so my last thought was that I would end up as a graphic designer. It is not something that comes to mind as you are wiping cow manure off your shoes. But I did start to draw and doodle in grade school and suffered for my art by landing in detention. By sixth grade, they had a pretty good idea that I was not a genius and decided to find an outlet for my interest in art. So I made up posters for school events and even painted the banner paper that ripped through as they ran onto the basketball court. So some of my early work ended up in the trash can and the feeling of achievement was fleeting. It is a bit depressing that you find your vocation so early on, but you also have to admit you are lucky to do something for a living that would amuse a sixth grader. So here I am at 57 years old drawing and doodling. Only now it is digital and you don't have to wash out the brushes when you are done. This site is an attempt to gather up some bits and pieces of my work and put it into a place where I can visit them. They are all usually tied to a memory and are kind of like children. You look back and say, "hey, that was not nearly as bad as I remember." The ugly kids did not make the cut.