I've
been an artist for longer than I feel like telling you on such short
acquaintance. But, okay, call it 1975.
I
can't describe how weird it is for me to know that the work I did
back then, as a teenager, is now collectible. That's not, I think,
because I was a very good artist at that age - but because, and
this is possibly even weirder, the fantasy role playing
games I was illustrating back then now evoke a potent nostalgia in
some of those who remember them.
But
of course the 70's went away a long time ago and for my part, I
wasn't looking back. For a number of years I worked in ink and watercolor;
I made Celtic harps; I painted a mural that I called "The Wall
That Wouldn't Die".
In
the late 80's, computers turned into tools that you could actually
use for making images and animations, and I started to do that;
I still am. In the meantime I spent quite a long time in the computer
games business - but I got better.
These
days I spend most of my time working on things that I think want
to exist. I do an unlikely combination of styles, and I sell my
work through my web sites - my favorites are in the menu at the
right. -->
These
are amazing days for artists. When I started out, printing - especially
in color - was expensive; typesetting was a cult ruled by a high
priesthood who demanded sacrifices. These days we have wonderful
freedoms in publishing and distributing our own work. You whippersnappers
have no idea how lucky you are!
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